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FIRST  LINES  OF  THE  PSALMS  AND  HYMNS. 

In  giving  the  names  of  the  authors,  it  should  be  stated  that  many  of 
the  psalms  and  hymns  have  undergone  alterations  in  the  hands  of 
different  compilers  ;  and  that,  in  some  of  them,  but  few  of  the 
original  features  remain.  In  this  collection,  many  alterations 
have  been  adopted,  and  other  alterations  made.  Those  which  were 
written  or  translated  for  this  work,  or  which  are  now  first  intro- 
duced into  such  a  collection,  are  marked  thus  *.  Those  which  are 
supposed  to  have  been  original  in  the  former  collection  used  in  the 
West  Church,  or  to  have  then  been  first  introduced  into  such  a 
work,  are  marked  thus  f. 


Affliction's  faded  form  draws  nigh,                     Drummcnd.  180 

Again  the  Lord  of  light  and  life,                     Mrs  Barbauld.  68 

All  earthly  charms,  however  dear,                 Rev.  H.  Moore.  351 

All-knowing  God  !   'tis  thine  to  know,                       ./.  Scott.  301 

All  nature  dies,  and  lives  again,         Edinburgh  Collection.  343 

Almighty  God  !  before  whose  throne,  Liverpool  R.  S.  Coll.  88 

Almighty  God  !  in  prayer  to  thee,                Liv.  R.  S.  Coll.  141 

Almighty  God !  thy  powerful  word,                    Exeter  Coll.  130 

Almighty  Maker  God !                                                      Watts.  125 

Amidst  a  world  of  hopes  and  fears,              Rev.  H.  Moore.  286 

And  wilt  thou,  great  and  gracious  God !       Dabney's  Coll.  250 

Angel,  roll  the  rock  away  !                                           J.  Scott.  235 

Another  day  of  life  is  gone,                                                 t  281 

Another  fleeting  day  is  gone,                                       Collyer.  162 

Another  six  days'  work  is  done,                                   Slcnnet.  70 

Arise,  and  hail  the  happy  day,                                            t  218 

As  body,  when  the  soul  has  fled,                         Drummond.  357 

As  the  good  shepherd  gently  leads,                    Pope's  Coll.  22 

As  the  sweet  flower  that  scents  the  morn,        Belfast  Coll.  330 

As  various  as  the  moon,                                                    Waits.  179 

Author  of  good  !  to  thee  I  turn,                                  Merrick.  191 

Author  of  life  and  bliss  !                             Evang.  Luih.  Coll.  232 

Awake,  my  heart,  and  sing  the  praise,   \  J?  Part  fig*?"  159 

J  (  German,  by  G.B. 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun,                                Kenn.  157 

Awake,  my  soul,  lift  up  thine  eyes,                 Mrs  Barbauld.  276 

Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve,                  Doddridge  27-"> 


INDEX. 


Awake,  my  soul,  to  hymns  of  praise, 
Awake,  our  drowsy  souls, 
Awake,  our  souls  !  away  our  fears  ! 
Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Begin,  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay, 
Behold  th'  amazing  sight, 
Behold  where  breathing  love  divine, 
Behold  where  in  a  mortal  form, 
Beset  with  snares  on  every  hand, 

Bless'd  hour  !  when  virtuous  friends  shall  meet 


Bless'd  Jesus,  how  divinely  bright, 

Bless'd  is  the  man  who  fears  the  Lord, 

Blest  are  the  humble  souls  that  see, 

Blest  who  the  fellowship  of  sin, 

Can  creatures  to  perfection  find, 

Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to  day. 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs, 

Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice, 

Come  to  the  house  of  prayer, 

Come,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distress'd, 

Eat,  drink,  in  memory  of  your  friend, 

Eternal  and  immortal  King, 

Eternal  God  !  almighty  cause, 

Eternal  God  !  how  trail  is  man  I 

Eternal  Power  !  whose  high  abode, 

Eternal  Source  of  every  joy  ! 

Eternal  Source  of  life  and  thought! 

Eternal  Source  of  life  and  light  ! 

Eternal  Wisdom  !  thee  we  praise, 

Faint  not,  poor  traveller  !  tho'  thy  way,  *  Christ.  Disciple 

Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bl.a>,       Salisbury  Coll 


Merrick. 

Rippon's  Coll. 

Watts. 

Watts. 

Ogilrie. 

Doddridge. 

Mrs  Barhauld. 

Enfield. 

Doddridge. 

Lir.  P. 

s.coii. 

t    ' 

Exeter  Coll. 

Watts. 

Lit.  R.  S.  Coll. 

Watts. 

Wesley. 

R  atts. 

Mrs  Barbauld. 

Liv.  R.  S.  Coll. 

Mrs  Steele. 

Dublin  Coll. 

Doddridge. 

Browne. 

Walts. 

Waits. 

Doddridge. 

Doddridge. 

Cappe's  Select. 

Watts. 


Earlier,  and  is  thy  table  spread  ? 

Father  divine  !  before  thy  view, 

Father  divine  !  the  Saviour  cried, 

Father  divine  !   thy  piercing  eye, 

Father  of  all !  thy  care  we  bless, 

Father  of  light !  conduct  my  feet, 

Father  of  light!  my  footsteps  guide, 

Father  of  light  !  we  sing  thy  name, 

Father  of  mercies  !  God  of  love  ! 

Father  of  mercies  !  in  thy  word, 

Father  of  our  feeble  race  ! 

Far  from  mortal  cares  retreating, 

Far  from  these  scenes  of  night, 

Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord  !  I  flee, 

Fountain  of  blessing  !  ever  bless'd, 

Frail  life  of  man  !  how  short  its  stay, 

From  north  and  south,  from  east  and  west, 

From  this  world's  joys  and  senseless  mirth, 


Doddridge. 

J.  Taylor. 

Doddridge. 

Doddridge- 

Doddridge. 

Smart. 

J.  Scott. 

Doddridge. 

Ileginbotham. 

Mrs  Steele. 

Mrs  Barbauld. 

J.  Taylor. 

Mrs  Steele. 

Cowper. 

t 

77.  Moore. 

Batcher. 

Bouden. 


Re  i 


43 

69 

275 

107 
61 

252 
304 

222 
289 

357 
223 
187 
310 

14 

99 
236 
242 
256 

77 
254 
227 
100 

32 
342 

98 
169 

89 

91 
112 
334 
352 
230 
189 
224 
155 
164 
287 
285 
151 
183 
261 
306 

76 
354 
280 
312 
350 
358 
357 


L\DFX 


Glory  be  to  God  on  high  !  J.  Taylor. 

Glory  to  God  who  dwells  on  high  !  *  G.  B. 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God !  this  night,  Kenn. 

God  in  his  earthly  temples  lays,  Watts. 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way,  Cowper. 

God  of  eternity  from  thee,  Doddridge. 

God  of  mercy  !  God  of  love  !  ./.  Taylor. 

God  of  my  life  !  through  all  its  days,  Doddridge. 

God  of  our  lives  !  our  thanks  to  thee,  Browne. 

God  of  the  morning  !  at  whose  voice,  IVafts. 

God  reigns  !  events  in  order  flow,  J.  Scott. 

Great  Author  of  all  nature's  frame  !  J.  Scott. 

Great  Cause  of  all  things  !  Sou/ce  of  life  !  Dyer. 

Greatest  of  Beings  '.  Source  of  life  !  Dyer. 

Great  First  of  beings  !  mighty  Lord  !  Browne. 

Great  Framer  of  unnumbered  worlds  !  Dyer. 

Great  God  !  at  whose  all  powerful  call,  Gent.  Mag. 

Great  God  !  beneath  whose  piercing  eyes,  Roscoe. 

Great  God  !  how  vast  is  thine  abode  !  Jerris. 

Great  God  !  in  vain  man's  narrow  view,  Kippis. 
Great  God  !  let  all  our  tuneful  powers,           Heginbuiham. 

Great  God  !  my  Father  and  my  Friend,  Ex.  Coll. 

Great  God!  the  heavens'  well  order'd  framo,  Watts. 

Great  God  !  to  thee  my  all  I  owe,  f 

Great  God  !  we  sing  that  mighty  hand,  Doddridge. 

Great  God  !  what  rich  provision  's  made,  f 
Great  God  !  whose  all  pervading  eye 
Great  Ruler  of  all  nature's  frame  ! 
Great  Ruler  of  the  earth  and  skies  ! 
Great  Source  of  life  !  our  souls  confess, 
Great  Source  of  unexhausted  good  ! 
Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  J°ws, 
Hail  Great  Creator  !  wise  and  good, 
Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed  ! 
Happy  the  meek  whose  gentle  heart, 
Hark  !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound, 
Hark  !  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes 
Hark  !  'tis  our  heavenly  Leader's  voice, 
Hark  !  what  celestial  notes, 
Hear,  O  my  God  !  in  mercy  hear, 
Hear,  O  ye  dead  !  awake  !  arise  ! 
Hear  what  God,  the  Lord,  hath  spoken, 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims,  Watts. 
Heavenly  Father  !  gracious  name  !  Doddridge,  in  part. 
Heralds  of  salvation  !  cry,                                   Montgomery. 

Here  busy  life,  here  pleasure  ends,  f 
Holy,  Holy,  Holy  Lord  !                                  Salisbury  Coll. 

Hosanna  !  let  us  join  and  sing,  Butcher. 

How  are  thy  servants  blest,  6  Lord  ?  Addison. 
How  bless'd  the  sacred  tie  that  binds,           Mrs  Barbauld. 
1* 


Doddridge. 
Mrs  Steele. 
Doddridge. 

Watts. 

Gent.  Mag. 

Montgomery. 

J.  Scott. 

Watts. 

!       Doddridge. 

Doddridge. 

Salisbury  Coll. 

Rev  II.  Moore. 
Cowper. 


123 

136 
100 

74 
176 
321 
265 
174 
182 

21 
133 
185 
115 
140 
106 
268 
166 
172 
132 

99 
168 
224 

20 
151 
154 

S6 
299 
201 
173 

46 
163 
300 

247 
297 
324 
255 
252 
214 
202 
346 
248 
3-11 
161 

63 
325 

80 
238 
201 
302 


INDEX, 


How  eagerly  do  men  pursue, 

How  happy  is  he  born  and  taught, 

How  long  shall  dreams  of  earthly  bliss, 

How  many  millions  draw  their  breath, 

How  precious,  Lord  !  thy  holy  word, 

How  still  and  peaceful  is  the  grave  ! 

How  swift  the  torrent  rolls, 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below  I 

How  vast  is  the  tribute  I  owe  !• 

If  high,  or  low,  our  station  be, 

If  Providence,  to  try  my  heart, 

I  hear  the  voice  of  woe  ! 

I'll  bless  Jehovah's  glorious  name  ! 

I'  1  praise  my  Maker  whilst  I've  breath, 

Imposture  shrinks  from  light, 

In  all  thy  dealings,  gracious  God, 

Indulgent  God  !  with  pitying  eye, 

In  glad  amazement,  Lord !  I  stand, 

In  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid, 

In  the  soft  season  of  thy  youth, 

Jehovah,  God  !  thy  gracious  power, 

Jehovah  reigns  !  let  every  nation  hear, 

Jesus,  our  triumphant  head, 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun, 

Keep  silence,  all  created  things  ! 

Lauded  be  thy  name  for  ever  ! 

Let  coward  guilt,  with  pallid  fear, 

Let  one  loud  song  of  praise  arise, 

Let  party  names  no  more, 

Let  songs  of  praise  from  all  below, 

Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie, 

Life  is  a  span,  a  fleeting  hour, 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 

Lift  your  glad  voices  in  triumph  on  high, 

Lift  your  voice,  and  joyful  sing, 

Like  shadows  gliding  o'er  the  plain, 

Lo  !  God  is  here,  let  us  adore, 

Lo  !  I  behold  the  scattered  shades, 

Long  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound, 

Lord  !  before  thy  presence  come, 

Lord  !  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 

Lord  of  life  !  all  praise  excelling, 

Lord  of  the  Sabbath  !  hear  our  vows, 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above  ! 

Lord  of  the  world's  majestic  frame  ! 

Lord  !  thou  art  good,  all  nature  shows, 

Lord  !  we  adore  thy  wondrous  name, 

Lord  !  when  our  raptur'd  thought  surveys, 

Lord  !  who  's  the  happy  man  that  may,    Tale  and  Brady. 

Low  at  thy  gracious  feet  I  bend,  Mrs  Sleek 


Watts. 

313 

Sir  H.  Wotton. 

274 

Doddridge. 

258 

J.  Scott. 

290 

Watts. 

48 

Edinburgh  Coll. 

326 

Doddridge. 

328 

Watts. 

312 

Jarvis. 

194 

J.  Scott. 

298 

205 

J.  Scott. 

303 

Miss  Daye. 

75 

Waits. 

175 

J.  Scott. 

202 

Exeter  Coll. 

178 

Doddridge. 

47 

Doddridge. 

56 

Hawkemorlh. 

159 

Gibbons. 

294r 

Thomson. 

144 

Mrs  Barbauld. 

128 

239 

Walts. 

244 

Watts. 

129 

Hogg. 

143 

Mrs  Carter. 

197 

From  the  Italian, 

96 

by  Roscoe. 

Beddome. 

301 

JS'ew  Select 

152 

Watts- 

139 

Mrs  Steele.- 

327 

Watts,  in  part. 

319 

,    Christ.  Disciple. 

237 

Merrick. 

53 

J  Taylor. 

316 

Salisbury  Coll. 

79 

Watts. 

344 

Watts. 

87 

Doddridge. 

83 

Toplady's  Coll. 

91 

307 

Doddridge. 

71 

Walts. 

31 

Jervis. 

122 

Browne- 

136 

Doddridge 

42 

sr         Mrs  Steele. 

134 

79 


INDEX.  vi. 

Man  has  a  soul  of  vast  desires,                                    Watts.  314 

Mark  the  soft  falling-  snow,                                       Doddride.  25l 

My  dear  Redeemer  "and  my  Lord  !                                 Watts.  22 1 

My  Father !  cheering  name !                                 Mrs  Steele.  li>2 

My  God  !  all  nature  owns  thy  sway  !            Miss  Williams.  12o 

My  God  !  how  endless  is  thy  love  !                                Watts.  16o 

My  God  !  I  thank  thee  ;  may  no  thought,                         N.  188 

My  God  !  my  King !  thy  various  praise,                      Watts.  57 

My  God  !  permit  me  not  to  be,                                     Watts.  279 

t»*    ^   j  .    ,                •         e           -ii     S  *  From  the  German,  -,  .» 

My  God  !  the  sovereign  of  my  will,    I                     bv  G  B  ^ 

My  God  !  the  visits  of  thy  face,                             Mrs  Steele.  IS 

My  God  !  thy  boundless  love  I  praise,          Rev.  PL.  Moore.  145 

My  God !  thy  service  well  demand*,                    Doddridge.  li>9 

My  God  !  whene'er  my  longing  heart,                 Mrs  Steele.  89 

My  heart  and  all  my  ways,  O  God  !                         Arbuckle.  133 

My  soul !  forbear  on  transient  things,                      Browne.  349 

My  soul,  inspired  with  sacred  love,             Tate  and  Brady.  40 

My  soul,  praise  the  Lord  !                                                Park.  126 

My  soul  shall  bless  thee,  O  my  God  !               Heginbot/iam.  182 

Naked  as  from  the  earth  we  came,                                Watts.  2o7 

No  change  of  times  shall  ever  shock           Tate  and  Brady.  19 

JNTot  he  whose  baseless  hope  relies,                            Butcher,  21*1 

INo  war,  nor  battle's  sound,  AWd.fr. Milton,  by  Dr  Gardiner.  215 

Now  winter  throws  his  icy  chains,                        Mrs  Steele.  171 

O  bow  thine  ear,  Eternal  0>E  !  *                           Pierpont.  359 

n,                  j    •                at  i                       S  From  the  Ger-  ,,- 
O  !  come,  and  sing  your  Maker  s  name,    <             I  u  S   C 

0  !  come,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing,           Tale  and  Brady.  38 

O !  could  I  soar  to  worlds  above,                                  Proud.  341 

O'er  mountain  tops,  the  mount  of  God,  Scotch  paraphrases.  245 

O  Father  !  though  the  anxious  fear,    Liverpool  R.  S.  Coll.  31 

Of  mortal  life,  how  short  the  date,                              Merrick  41 

Of  old,  O  God  !  thine  own  right  hand,  *          Montgomery.  30 

O  God  of  Bethel  '  by  whose  hand,                        Doddridge.  204 

O  God  !   our  Father' and  our  King,                 Salisbury  Coll.  298 

O  God  !  our  help  in  ages  past,                                        Wails.  35 

O  God  !  thou  Spirit,  just  and  wise.                                Watts.  84 

O  God  !  to  thee  my  sinking  soul,      Liverpool  Par.  S.  Coll.  2u6 

O  God  !  we  praise  thee,  and  confess,                         Patrick.  93 

O  here,  if  ever,  God  of  love  !                          Miss  E.  Taylor.  229 

O  !  let  your  mingling  voices  rise,         Liverpool  R.  S.  Coll.  216 

O  Lord  !  my  best  desires  fulfil,       Cowper  and  Mrs  Steele.  190 

O  Lord  !  our  fathers  oft  have  told,              Tate  and  Brady.  28 

Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day,                              Watts.  158 

On  thee,  each  morning,  O  my  God  !                     Gent.  Mag.  15 

O  praise  ye  the  Lord  !  prepare  a  new  song,       Doddridge.  67 

O  praise  ye  the  Lord  !  prepare  your  glad  voice,      Clarke.  64 

O  !  render  thanks  to  God  above,                  Tale  and  Brady.  45 

O  !  shun  in  youth,  the  thoughtless  throng,  *          Bancroft.  280 


INDEX. 


O  sing-  to  the  Lord  a  new  song  ! 
O  source  of  uncreated  light ! 
O  Thou  !  before  whose  gracious  throne, 
O  Thou  !  the  first,  the  greatest  Friend  ! 
O  Thou  !  the  wretch ed's  sure  retreat, 
O  Thou  !  through  all  thy  works  ador'd, 
O  Thou  !  to  whom  all  creatures  bow, 
O  Thou  !  who  art  above  all  height !  * 
O  Thou  !  whose  mercy  hears, 


J.  Taylor. 

Dry  den. 

Rippon's  Coll. 

Burns. 

Mrs  Carter. 

Enfield. 

Tate  and  Brady. 

Pierpont. 

Mrs  Steele. 

O  Thou  !  whose  power  o'er  moving  worlds  presides,  Johnson 
Our  Father  !  high  enthroned  above,  t 

Our  Father  !  throned  above  the  sky,  J.  Scott. 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead,  Edward  Taylor. 

O  ye  immortal  throng  !  Doddridge. 

O  ye  who  seek  Jehovah's  face  !  J.  Taylor. 

Pa?ent  of  good  !  thy  works  of  might,  Faiocelt. 

Perpetual  Source  of  light  and  grace  !  Doddridge. 

Praise,  everlasting  praise,  be  paid,  Waits. 

Praise,  O  praise,  the  name  divine,  Merrick 

Praise  to  God,  the  great  Creator  !  J.  Taylor. 

Praise  to  thy  name,  Eternal  God  !  Doddridge. 

Praise  ye  the  Lord  !  let  praise  employ,  Mrs  Steele. 

Praise  ye  the  Lord  !  O  let  the  grateful  song 

Raise  your  triumphant  songs,  Watts. 

Rejoice  !  the  Lord  is  King,  .7.  Taylor. 

Remark,  my  soul,  the  narrow  bounds,  Doddridge. 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Sages  of  ancient  lettered  times  !  J.  Scott. 

See  how  he  loved  !  exclaimed  the  Jews,  Exeter  Coll. 

See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand,  Doddridge. 

Shepherds,  rejoice  !  lift  up  your  eyes,  Watts. 

Show  pity,  Lord  !    O  Lord,"  forgive,  Watts. 

Sleep,  sleep  to-day,  tormenting  cares,  Barbauld. 

Soft  are  the  fruitful  showers  that  bring,       Rev.  II  Moore. 

So  pass  our  fleeting  years  away,  t 

Sovereign  Lord  of  light  and  glory  !  Exeter  Coll. 

Supreme  and  universal  Light !  Rev.  II.  Moore. 

Sweet  is  the  friendly  voice  that  speaks,  Jervis. 

Sweet  is  the  scene  when  virtue  dies, 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God  !  my  King  !  Walts. 

Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days,  Watts. 

Thanks  be  to  God,  the  Lord,  Drummond. 

That  awful  hour  will  soon  appear,  Mrs  Steele. 

That  man,  in  life,  wherever  plac'd,  Burns. 

That  man  is  bless'd  who  stands  in  awe,     Tate  and  Brady. 

The  day  approaches,  O  my  soul  !  Doddridge. 

The  earth  and  all  the  heavenly  frame,  Gibbons. 

The  evils  that  beset  our  path,  Olney  Hymns, 

The  gracious  Saviour  bow'd  his  head  t 

3The  God  of  love,  will  sure  indulge,  t  Fawcett. 


73 

90 

331 

34 

280 

110 

16 

361 

267 

210 

264 

263 

239 

240 

307 

150 

2S2 

203 

66 

75 

283 

65 

58 

259 

167 

320 

335 

211 

231 

225 

217 

29 

72 

260 

323 

149 

288 

271 

339 

37 

27 

243i 

318 

13 

45 

346 

142 

315 

233 

290 


INDEX. 


Dre  nnan. 

Logan. 

T.  Sternhold. 

Tale  and  Brady. 
Darwin. 
I  know,  *  Montgomery 
Addison. 

H.  K  White. 

$  From  the  German 

I  of  Luther  by  G.B. 

J.  Taylor. 

C.  Wesley. 

Mrs  Steele. 

Mrs  Steele. 

Exeter  Coll. 

Addison. 

Mrs  Steele. 

Salisbury  Coll. 


The  heaven  of  heavens  cannot  contain, 
The  hour  of  my  departure's  come, 
The  Lord  descended  from  above, 
The  Lord  himself,  the  mighty  Lord, 
The  Lord — how  tender  is  his  love  ! 
The  Lord  is  my  shepherd,  no  want  shall 
The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
The  Lord  our  God  is  full  of  might, 

The  Lord  our  God  's  a  stable  tower,  * 

The  mighty  God  who  rolls  the  spheres, 
The  morning  flowers  display  their  sweets 
There  is  a  glorious  world  on  high, 
There  is  a  God,  all  nature  speaks, 
The  short  liv'd  day  declines  in  haste, 
The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
The  traveller  lost  in  night, 
Thine  influence,  mighty  God  !  is  felt, 
This  child  we  dedicate  to  thee,  *  From  the  German,byS.G 

This  feast  was  Jesus'  high  behest,  Enfield's  Select 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made,  Watts. 

Thou  art,  O  God  !  the  life  and  light,  Moore. 

Thou  didst,  O  mighty  God  !  exist,  Rowe. 

Though  earthly  shepherds  dwell  in  dust,  Doddridge. 

Though  nature's  voice  you  must  obey,  Mrs  Steele. 
Though  suffering  virtue  may  complain, 
Thou  great  and  sacred  Lord  of  all ! 

Thou,  Lord  !  by  mortal  eyes  unseen,  Mason. 
Thou,  Lord  !  by  strictest  search  hast  known,  Tate  4"  Brady. 
Thou,  Lord  !  through  every  changing  scene,     Doddridge. 

Thou  refuge  of  my  weary  soul !  Mrs  Steele. 

Thou  sacred  Power  in  heaven  above  !  t 

Thou  vain,  intruding  world,  depart  !  Mrs  Steele. 

Thou,  who  sittest  enthroned  above,  Sandys. 
Thrice  happy  men,  who,  born  from  heaven,       Doddridge. 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life,  Tate  and  Brady. 

Through  all  the  various,  shifting  scenes,  Liv.  Old  Coll. 

Th'  uplifted  eye  and  bended  knee,  J.  Scott. 

Thy  dreadful  power,  Almighty  God  !  Byles. 

Thy  hand  unseen  sustains  the  poles,  Watts. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord  !  our  only  hope,  Tate  and  Brady. 

Thy  names,  how  infinite  they  be  !  Watts. 

Thy  presence,  ever-living  God  !  Doddridge. 

Time,  time,  how  few  thy  value  weigh  !  J.  Scott. 

'Tis  mercy  calls,  a  tribute  hring,  Williams'  Coif. 

To  be  resigned  when  ills  betide,  Cotton. 

To  God,  the  mighty  Lord !  Tate  and  Brady. 

To  Thee  let  my  first  offerings  rise,  f  Drennan. 

To  Thee,  O  God  !  rav  days  are  known,  Doddri  Ige. 

To  your  Creator  God,  Mrs  Steele. 


95 
340 
102 

21 
183 

83 
129 
116 

285 

137 

323 
355 
109 
316 
111 
272 
82 
225 
2-J8 
212 
111 
H>4 
332 
329 
181 

2y6 

219 

55 

36 
208 
266 
277 
174 
293 

24 
177 

85 
196 
18 

25 
12 
1-3 
319 
198 
311 

52 
156 

26 
118 


INDEX. 


'Twas  on  that  dark  and  doleful  night,  Waits. 

Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb,  JVatts. 

Upward  we  lift  our  eyes,  Watts. 

Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame  1  Pope. 

Was  pride,  alas,  e'er  made  for  man  ?  f 

Weary  of  these  low  scenes  of  night,  Mrs  Seeele. 

We  sing  of  God,  the  mighty  Source,  Smart. 

We  sing  th'  almighty  power  of  God,  Walls. 

What  image  does  my  spirit  bear  ?  t 

What  pleasure,  Lord  !  thy  house  attends,  Watts. 

What  seraph  of  celestial  birth,  Tate  and  Brady. 

What  shall  we  render,  bounteous  Lord, 
What  works  of  wisdom,  power,  and  love,  Butcher. 

When  Abram,  full  of  sacred  awe,  f 

When  ail  thy  mercies,  O  my  God  !'  Addison. 

When,  as  returns  this  solemn  day,  Mrs  Barbauld.. 

When  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away, 
When  darkness  long  has  veiled  my  mind,  Coxvper 

When  gloomy  thoughts  and  boding  fears,  Mrs  Steele. 

When  Israel  of  the  Lord  beloved,  *  Sir  Waller  Scolt  ? 

When  life's  tempestuous  storms  are  o'er,  t 

When  power  divine  in  mortal  form,  *         Sir  J.  E.  Smith. 
When  rising  from  the  bed  of  death,  Addison. 

When  we,  our  weary  limbs  to  rest,  Tate  and  Brady. 

Wherefore  should  man,  frail  child  of  clay,  Enfield. 

Wherewith  shall  I  approach  the  Lord,  t  Proxcne. 

While  shepherds  watch'd  their  flocks  by  night,      Patrick. 
While  some  in  folly's  pleasures  roll,  Cotton. 

While  sounds  of  war  are  heard  around,  Aiken. 

While  there  I  seek,  protecting  Power,  Miss  Williams. 

While,  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun,  Olney  Hymns. 

Who  gave  the  sun  his  noon-day  light  ?  Roscoe. 

With  one  consent  let  all  the  earth,  Tale  and  Brady. 

W  ith  sacred  joy  we  lift  our  eyes,  Jervis. 

With  songs  and  honours  sounding  loud,  Watts. 

Why  do  we  waste  on  trifling  cares,  Doddridge. 

Why  should  the  worlds  alluring  toys,  Mrs  Steele. 

Why  weep  for  those,  frail  child  of  woe,  * 

Ye  boundless  realms  of  joy,  Walts. 

Ye  followers  of  the  Prince  of  peace,        Birmingham  Coll. 
Ye  humble  souls  who  seek  the  Lord,  Doddridge. 

Ye  mourning  sinners  here  disclose, 

Ye  sons  of  men  in  sacred  lays,  Pope's  Coll. 

Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose,  Doddridge. 

Yes,  there  '*  a  better  world  on  high,  t 

Yet  a  few  years,  or  days,  perhaps,  ITankesicorlh. 

Ye  weak  inhabitants  of  clay,  Doddridge. 

Ye  works  of  God,  in  him  alone,  Merick. 

Yon  glorious  orbs  that  gild  the  skv.  Liv.  P.  S.  Coll. 


226 
334 

51 
337 
294 
332 
114 
131 
278 

92 

33 
309 
220 
269 
147 

81 
327 
204 
262 
249 
338 
253 
347 

54 
295 

84 
213 
292 
270 
184 
317 
105 

39 

79 
165 
273 
351 
356 

60 
230 
234 
257 
120 
345 
336 
322 
101 

97 
348 


Knurr 

TO  THE 

■SUBJECTS  OF  THE  PSALMS  AND  HYMNS 


P  S  A  L  M  S. 

INTRODUCTION  TO  PUBLIC  WORSHIP,  AND  GENERAL 
PRAISE   15,  84,  92,  106,  148,  150. 

GOD.  Sell-existence  86.  Eternity  90.  Greatness  145.  Divine 
sovereignty  89,  95.  Power  and  goodness  106,  136  ;  in  the  storm 
104.  Omnipresence  and  omniscience  36,  139.  The  works  and 
word  of  God  19,  119.  Perfections  and  Providence  5,  18,  23,  36, 
90,  120,  147.  Condescension  8.  The  author  of  our  comforts  and 
hopes  116,  139.     Mercy  of  God  lu3.      Trust  in  God  18,  23,  34. 

MISCELLANEOUS  SUBJECTS.  Man's  unworthiness  139.  Pen- 
itence 51,  139,  2d  part.  Light  and  guidance  implored  17,  19. 
Intercession  for  the  thoughtless  119.  Benefit  of  affliction  119. 
Frailty  of  man  39,  90,  103.  Happiness  oi  the  righteous  1,  15, 
17,  34,  36,  112 ;  and  misery  of  the  wicked  1. 

OCCASIONAL.  Morning  19,  and  evening  5,  145.  Prayer  for  de- 
liverance and  the  restoration  of  God's  favour  in  time  of  public 
calamity  44,  80. 


HYMNS. 

INTRODUCTION  AND  CLOSE  OF  WORSHIP,  1—32,  152. 

GENERAL  PRAISE,  32—36,  47,  50— 65,  113,  114. 

GOD,  Incomprehensible  37,  38.  Faith  in  God  39.  Greatness  and 
majesty  of  God  40,  41,  62.  Eternity,  immensity,  and  unchange- 
ableness  42 — 44.  His  power,  wisdom,  and  goodness  manifested 
in  his  works  46 — 65,69.  Power  and  dominion  66 — 68.  Omni- 
presence 70,71.  Providence  70 — 112.  Gratitude  to  God  81 — 88, 
102,  112,  113,  134.  Goodness  in  the  seasons  104—108.  Mystery 
and  benignity  of  his  providence  115.  Our  portion  in  life  appoint- 
ed by  him  1 1*6—1 19.  His  appointments  justified  120,  144 — 149. 
Praise  in  prosperity  and  adversity  121 — 124.  Fear  of  God  125, 
126.  Trust  and  confidence  in  him  126 — 143;  in  time  of  danger 
135,  136,  139.  The  source  of  consolation  and  health  137,  138. 
The  Hearer  of  prayer  206.  God  is  love  143.  Just  and  wise  in 
afflictive  appointments  117,  144 — 149.  The  refuge  of  the  afflict- 
ed 145,  147,  149.  The  source  of  light  and  comfort  150.  Care 
of  his  ancient  people  190. 


xii  INDEX. 

JESUS  CHRIST  153.      His  birth  153—158.      The  image  of  the 
invisible  God  159.  His  miracles  160.  His  example  161 — 163.  His 
submission  164.     His  regard  for  little  children  165.     His  insti- 
tutions 166 — 172.    Love  to  mankind  173.    Sufferings,  death,  re- 
surrection, and  ascension,  and  their  consequences  174- — 185,302. 
Seen  of  angels  183.  Worthy  of  honour,  power,  and  blessing  184. 
His  kingdom,   its  universal  extent  186—188.     The  future  peace 
and  glory  of  his  church  189.  Efficacy  of  his  gospel  192.  Attrac- 
tive and  animating  influence  of  his    sufferings  and  victory  194. 
The  heavy  laden    and    contrite    invited    to    him  195 — 199,  216. 
Hope  of  salvation  through  him  201.    Access  to  God  by  him  206. 
MISCELLANEOUS  SUBJECTS.     Unrivalled  beauty  and   glory 
of  religion  202.     Excellency  of  the  Scriptures  203.      Meekness 
and   candour   in   investigating  truth  204.     Coral  >rts  of  religion 
205.     Prayer    206.        Lord's   prayer  207.        Penitential  208 — 
216.      One  thing  needful  217.       A  happy  life  218.      The  chris- 
tian  race   219,    220.      Temptations    without    and   within    221. 
Retirement    and    self-examination    222 — 227.      On    becoming 
acquainted   with   God   225.      Inconstancy    in  religion   lament- 
ed  228.       Divine    grace    and    guidance    implored   228 — 236. 
Christian  privileges  and  obligations  237.     Faith  and  works  238. 
239.     A  good  conscience  the  best  support  240.     Living  habitu- 
ally in  the  fear  of  God  211.  Remembrance  of  God  in  youth  242. 
Humility  243,  244.       Humility,  tenderness,  and    sympathy  245. 
Meekness  246.  Justice  247.  Brotherly  love  248.    Catholicism  249 
— 252.     Pious  friendship  253.  Compassion  and  forgiveness  254. 
Compassion  255 — 259.     The  beatitudes  260.     Contentment  and 
resignation  261,  262.      The   vanity,  instability,  and    danger  of 
earthly  enjoyments  26:3 — 266.     Human  life,   its   shortness  and 
importance   267 — 277.       Time,    its  brevity  and    importance  27 
— 274.     Death  and  the  grave  278,  279.    The  peace  of  the  grave 
280.     Early  death    281,  282.     Reflections    on    the  state  of  our 
fathers  283.     On  the  death  of  a  parent  284.     On  the  death  of  a 
child  285.     On  the  dangerous  sickness  of  a  minister  286.      For 
a  congregation  on  the  death  of  a  minister  287.  Resignation  and 
hope  288.     The  grave  destroyed  289.      Encouragement  for  the 
suffering   christian   290—292.     The  dying   christian  293—296. 
Blessedness  of  those  who  die  in  the  Lord  297.     The  aged  chris- 
tian longing  for  heaven  298.     Resurrection   299 — 302.     Day  of 
judgment  303,  304,  305.     Earth  and  heaven  306—310.     Power 
of  faith  311.     Prospect  of  heaven  312.     Heaven  313.     Heaven 
the  reward  of  the  righteous  314,  315.     The  happiness  of  glorifi- 
ed spirits  315.     The  reunion  of  the  pious  after  death  316.      As- 
pirations after  heaven  317.     Final  acceptance   of  all  who  fear 
God  318. 
OCCASIONAL.  Morning  92— 97.  Evening  98— 100,  227."Morning 
and  evening  101,  102.     Beginning  and  close  of  the  year  91,  269 
— 276.     Baptism  165,  166.      Lord's  supper  167—172.     Dedica- 
tion 191,  319.       Ordination  320.       Sickness  of  a  miniver  286. 
Death  of  a  minister  287.     Charity  hymns  254 — 259.     National 
blessings  110,  111.      Public  humiliation  112,  113,  11. 


iJ0*im&. 


PSALM  I.    First  Part.     CM. 

The  way  of  the  righteous  and  the  wicked, 

1  That  man,  in  life  wherever  placed, 

Has  happiness  in  store, 
Who  walks  not  in  the  wicked's  way 
Nor  learns  their  guilty  lore. 

2  Nor  from  the  seat  of  scornful  pride 

Casts  forth  his  eyes  abroad, 
But  with  humility  and  awe 
Still  walks  before  his  God. 

3  That  man  shall  nourish  like  the  trees 

Which  by  the  streamlet  grow, 
Whose  fruitful  top  is  spread  on  high, 
And  firm  the  root  below. 

4  But  he  whose  blossom  buds  in  guilt 

Shall  to  the  ground  be  cast, 
And  like  the  rootless  stubble  tossed 
Before  the  sweeping  blast. 

2 


14 


PSALMS. 


5  For  God,  that  God  the  good  adore, 
Will  give  them  peace  and  joy ; 
But  all  the  hopes  of  wicked  men, 
Will  utterly  destroy. 


PSALM  I.     Second  Part.     C.  M. 

The  condition  of  the  righteous  alone  secure, 

1  Blest,  who  the  fellowship  of  sin 

Has  early  learnt  to  fly  ; 
Who  hates  the  bold  blaspheming  tongue. 
The  scorner's  vanity. 

2  The  word  to  man  divinely  given 

Employs  his  constant  care, 
The  busy  day,  the-  wakeful  night, 
His  heavenly  study  share. 

3  As  the  fair  palm  in  fertile  fields, 

Where  gentle  springs  abound, 
In  youthful  vigor  freshly  blooms, 
And  towers  above  the  ground ; 

4  Long  years  increase  its  hardy  strength, 

And  rear  its  honors  high, 
Firm  fixed  below,  it  braves  the  storm. 
Its  fruits  are  in  the  sky. 

5  Thus  firm  in  faith  the  virtuous  man 

Shall  rise  divinely  blest ; 


PSALMS.  16 

The  storms  of  life  unshaken  bare 
And  find  immortal  rest. 

6  But  sinners'  hopes,  unsound  as  chaff, 
Light  as  the  misty  air, 
Shall  fly  before  the  heavenly  wrath, 
And  end  in  deep  despair. 


PSALM  V.     C.  M. 

Daily  -protection. 

1  On  thee,  each  morning,  O  my  God ! 

My  waking  thoughts  attend  ; 
In  thee,  are  founded  all  my  hopes, 
In  thee,  my  wishes  end. 

2  My  soul,  in  pleasing  wonder  lost, 

Thy  boundless  love  surveys  ; 
And,  fired  with  grateful  zeal,  prepares 
A  sacrifice  of  praise. 

3  God  leads  me  through  the  maze  of  sleep. 

And  brings  me  safe  to  light ; 

And  with  the  same  paternal  care, 

Conducts  my  steps  till  night. 

4  When  evening  slumbers  press  my  eyes. 

With  his  protection  blessed, 
With  peace  and  safety  I  commit 
My  weary  limbs  to  rest. 


16 


PSALMS. 


5  My  spirit,  in  his  hand  secure, 
Fears  no  approaching  ill ; 
For,  whether  waking  or  asleep, 
Thou,  Lord  !  art  with  me  still. 


PSALM  VIII.     C.  M 

Diviyie  condescension. 

1  O  Thou,  to  whom  all  creatures  bow, 

Within  this  earthly  frame  ! 
Through  all  the  world,  how  great  art  thou, 
How  glorious  is  thy  name ! 

2  When  heaven,  thy  glorious  work  on  high, 

Employs  my  wondering  sight ; 
The  moon  that  nightly  rules  the  sky, 
With  stars  of  feebler  light ; 

3  Lord,  what  is  man,  that  thou  shouldst  choose 

To  keep  him  in  thy  mind ! 
Or  what  his  race,  that  thou  shouldst  prove 
To  them  so  wondrous  kind  ! 

4  Him  next  in  power  thou  didst  create 

To  thy  celestial  train  ; 
Ordahr d  with  dignity  and  state 
O'er  all  thy  works  to  reign. 

5  They  jointly  own  his  powerful  sway, 

The  beasts  that  prey  or  graze  ; 


PSALMS.  17 

The  bird  that  wings  its  airy  way, 
The  fish  that  cuts  the  seas. 

6  O  thou,  to  whom  all  creatures  bow, 
Within  this  earthly  frame, 
Through  all  the  world,  how  great  art  thou ! 
How  glorious  is  thy  name ! 


PSALM  XV.     a  M. 

The  righteous  man. 

1  Lord,  who's  the  happy  man  that  may 

To  thy  blest  courts  repair  ? 
And  whilst  he  bows  before  thy  throne. 
Shall  find  acceptance  there  ? 

2  'Tis  he,  whose  truly  honest  heart 

By  rules  of  virtue  moves  ; 
Whose  generous  tongue  disdains  to  speak 
The  thing  his  heart  disproves. 

3  Who  never  will  a  slander  forge, 

His  neighbour's  fame  to  wound  ; 
Nor  hearken  to  a  false  report, 
By  malice  whisper'd  round. 

4  Who  vice,  when  drest  in  pomp  and  power, 

Can  treat  with  just  neglect ; 
And  piety,  though  cloth'd  in  rags, 
Religiously  respect. 

2* 


18  PSALMS. 

5  Who  to  his  plighted  vows  and  trust 

Has  ever  firmly  stood  ; 
And  though  he  promise  to  his  loss, 
He  makes  his  promise  good. 

6  Who  seeks  not  in  oppressive  ways 

His  treasure  to  employ; 
Whom  no  reward  can  ever  bribe 
The  guiltless  to  destroy. 

7  The  man,  who  by  his  steady  course 

Has  happiness  insur'd,  [stand, 

When  earth's  foundations  shake,    shall 
By  Providence  secur'd. 


PSALM  XVII.     C.  M. 

The  transforming  vision  of  God. 

1  My  God,  the  visits  of  thy  face 

Afford  superior  joy, 
To  all  the  flattering  world  can  give, 
Or  mortal  hopes  employ. 

2  But  clouds  and  darkness  intervene, 

My  brightest  joys  decline  ; 
And  earth's  gay  trifles  oft  ensnare 
This  wandering  heart  of  mine. 

3  Lord,  guide  this  wandering  heart  to  thee  ; 

Unsatisfy'd  I  stray ; 
Break  through  the  shades  of  sense  and  sin, 
With  thy  enlivening  ray. 


PSALMS.  19 

4  O  let  thy  beams  resplendent  shine, 

And  every  cloud  remove ; 
Transform  my  powers,  and  fit  my  soul 
For  happier  scenes  above. 

5  Lord,  raise  my  faith,  my  hope,  my  heart, 

To  those  transporting  joys  ; 
So  shall  I  scorn  each  little  snare, 
Which  this  vain  world  employs. 

6  Then,  though  I  sink  in  death's  cold  sleep, 

To  life  I  shall  awake  ; 
And,  in  the  likeness  of  my  God, 
Of  heavenly  bliss  partake. 


PSALM  XVIII.     L.  3L 

Confidence  in  Divine  protection. 

1  No  change  of  times  shall  ever  shock 
My  firm  affection,  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
For  thou  hast  always  been  a  rock, 
A  fortress  and  defence  to  me. 

2  Thou  my  deliverer  art,  my  God, 
My  trust  is  in  thy  mighty  power ; 
Thou  art  my  shield  from  foes  abroad, 
At  home  my  safeguard  and  my  tower. 

3  Who  then  deserves  to  be  ador'd 

But  God,  on  whom  my  hopes  depend  ? 
Or  who,  except  the  mighty  Lord, 
Can  with  resistless  power  defend. 


20 


PSALMS. 


PSALM  XIX.     Six  Line  L.  M. 

The  works  and  word  of  God. 

1  Great  God,  the  heaven's  well  ordered  frame 
Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name ; 

There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  shine : 
A  thousand  starry  beauties  there, 
A  thousand  radiant  marks  appear 

Of  boundless  power  and  skill  divine. 

2  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light 

Lectures  of  heavenly  wisdom  read  ; 
With  silent  eloquence,  they  raise 
Our  thoughts  to  the  Creator's  praise, 

And  neither  sound  nor  language  need. 

3  Yet  their  divine  instructions  run 
Wide  as  the  influence  of  the  sun, 

And  every  nation  knows  their  voice  ; 
The  sun,  in  robes  of  splendour  dressed, 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  east, 

Shines  forth,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice. 

4  Where'er  he  spreads  his  beams  abroad, 
He  speaks  the  majesty  of  God  ; 

All  nature  joins  to  show  thy  praise  ; 
Thus  God  in  every  creature  shines, 
Bright  in  the  book  of  nature's  lines, 

But  brighter  in  the  book  of  grace. 


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PSALM  XIX.    L.  M. 

Prayer  for  Divine  guidance. 

1  God  of  the  morning  !  at  whose  voice 
The  cheering  sun  makes  haste  to  rise, 
And  robed  in  splendour,  doth  rejoice 
To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies ! 

2  O,  like  the  sun,  may  we  fulfil 
The  appointed  duties  of  the  day ; 
With  steady  mind,  and  active  will, 
Press  on  and  keep  our  heavenly  way ! 

3  Lord  !  thy  commands  are  right  and  pure, 
Enlightening  our  beclouded  eyes  ; 

Thy  threatenings  just,  thy  promise  sure  ; 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise. 

4  Give  us  thy  counsel  for  our  guide, 
And  then  receive  lis  to  thy  bliss ; 
May  every  wish  and  hope  beside, 

Be  faint  and  cold  compared  with  this! 


PSALM  XXIII.     C.  M. 

GocPs  care  of  his  people. 

1   The  Lord  himself,  the  mighty  Lord, 
Vouchsafes  to  be  my  guide ; 
The  Shepherd  by  whose  constant  care 
My  wants  are  all  supplied. 


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PSALMS. 


2  In  tender  grass  he  makes  me  feed, 

And  gently  there  repose  ; 
Then  leads  me  in  cool  shades,  and  where 
Refreshing  water  flows. 

3  He  does  my  wandering  feet  reclaim, 

And  to  his  endless  praise, 
Instruct  with  humble  zeal  to  walk 
In  his  most  righteous  ways. 

4  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 

From  fear  and  danger  free ; 
For  there  his  aiding  rod  and  staff 
Defend  and  comfort  me. 

5  Since  God  doth  thus  his  wondrous  love 

Through  all  my  life  extend, 
That  life  to  him  I  will  dovote, 
And  in  his  service  spend. 


PSALM  XXIII.    L.M. 

God  our  Shepherd  and  Guardian. 

1  As  the  good  shepherd  gently  leads 
His  wandering  flocks  to  verdant  meads, 
Where  winding  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  flowery  landscape  flow ; 

2  So  God,  the  guardian  of  my  soul, 
Does  all  my  erring  steps  control ; 


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When  lost  in  sin's  perplexing  maze, 
He  brings  me  back  to  virtue's  ways. 

3  Though  I  should  journey  through  the  plains 
Where  death  in  all  his  horror  reigns, 
My  steadfast  heart  no  ill  shall  fear, 
For  thou,  my  God  !  art  with  me  there. 

i  Thine  ever-watching  providence 
Is  my  support  and  my  defence ; 
With  thee  I  am  of  all  possessed, 
And  in  thy  favour,  fully  blessed. 

5  O  bounteous  God !  my  future  days 
Shall  be  devoted  to  thy  praise  ; 
And  in  thy  house,  thy  sacred  name 
And  wondrous  grace  shall  be  my  theme. 


PSALM  XXIII.     P.  M. 

Confidence  in  Divine  protection. 

1  The  Lord  is  my  shepherd,  no  want  shall 

I  know, 
I  feed  in  green  pastures,  safe  folded  I  rest ; 
He  leadeth  my  soul  where  the  still  waters 

flow, 
Restores  me  when  wandering,    redeems 

when  opprest. 

2  Through  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death 

though  I  stray, 
Since  thou  art  my  guardian  no  evil  I  fear ; 


24  FSALMS. 

Thy  rod  shall  defend  me,  thy  staff  be  my 

stay, 
No  harm  can  befall  with  my  comforter 

near. 

3  In  the  midst  of  affliction   my  table  is 

spread; 

With  blessings  unmeasured  my  cup  run- 
neth o'er  ; 

With  perfume  and  oil  thou  anointest  my 
head 

What  then  shall  I  ask  of  thy  providence 
more  ? 

4  Let  goodness  and  mercy,  my  bountiful 

God, 
Still  follow  my  steps   till   I    meet   thee 

above ; 
I  seek  by  the  path  which  my  forefathers 

trod 
Through  the  land  of  their  sojourn — thy 

kingdom  of  love. 


PSALM  XXXIV.     C.  M. 

Encouragement  to  trust  and  love  God. 

1  Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 
In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 


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2  The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 

The  dwellings  of  the  just ; 
Protection  he  affords  to  all 

Who  make  his  name  their  trust. 

3  O  make  but  trial  of  his  love  ! 

Experience  will  decide, 
How  bless'd  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  his  truth  confide. 

4  Fear  him,  ye  saints !  and  you  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear  : 
O  make  his  service  your  delight ; 
Your  wants  shall  be  his  care ! 


PSALM  XXXVI.     L.  M. 

Perfections  and  providence  of  God. 

1  Thy  mercy,  Lord,  my  only  hope, 

The  highest  orb  of  heaven  transcends  ; 
Thy  sacred  truth's  unmeasur'd  scope 
Above  the  spreading  skies  extends. 

2  Thy  justice  like  the  hills  remains, 
Unfathom'd  depths  thy  judgments  are  ; 
Thy  providence  the  world  sustains, 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  care. 

3  Since  of  thy  goodness  all  partake, 
With  what  assurance  should  the  just 

3 


26  PSALMS. 

Thy  sheltering  wings  their  refuge  make, 
And  saints  to  thy  protection  trust  ! 

4  Such  guests  shall  to  thy  courts  be  led, 
To  banquet  on  thy  love's  repast ; 
And  drink,  as  from  the  fountain  head, 
Of  joys  that  shall  for  ever  last. 

5  Then  let  thy  saints  thy  favour  gain, 
To  upright  hearts  thy  truth  display  ; 
With  thee,  the  springs  of  life  remain. 
Thy  presence  is  eternal  day. 


PSALM  XXXVI.     C.  31. 

The  way  of  the  righteous  knoivn  to  God. 

1  To  thee,  O  God  !  my  days  are  known ; 

My  soul  enjoys  the  thought ; 
My  actions  are  before  thy  face, 
Nor  are  my  wants  forgot. 

2  Each  secret  wish  devotion  breathes. 

Is  vocal  to  thine  year  ; 
My  vacant  hours,  my  active  scenes, 
Before  thine  eye  appear. 

3  Each  well-spent  moment  of  my  life 

Thy  mercy  will  approve  ; 
And  every  pang  of  sympathy, 
And  every  care  of  love. 


PSALMS.  27 

Each  golden  hour  of  beaming  light 

Is  gilded  by  thy  rays ; 
And  dark  affliction's  midnight  gloom 

A  present  God  surveys. 

Full  in  thy  view  through  life  I  pass, 

And  in  thy  view  I  die  ; 
And  when  all  earthly  scenes  are  o'er, 

Thou,  Lord,  wilt  still  be  nigh ! 


PSALM  XXXIX.     C.  M, 

Vanity  of  Man. 

1  Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days, 

Thou  maker  of  my  frame  ; 
I  would  survey  life's  narrow  space, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  A  span  is  all  that  we  can  boast, 

How  short  the  fleeting  time  ! 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust, 
In  all  his  flower  and  prime. 

3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 

Like  shadows  o'er  the  plain  ; 
They  rage  and  strive,  desire  and  love. 
But  all  their  noise  is  vain. 

4  Some  walk  in  honor's  gaudy  show. 

Some  dig  for  golden  ore  ; 


28  PSALMS. 

They  toil  for  heirs,  they  not  who, 
And  straight  are  seen  no  more. 

5  What  should  I  wish  or  wait  for  then 
From  creatures,  earth  and  dust  ? 
They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
And  disappoint  our  trust. 

G  This  fruitless  search  no  more  be  mine. 
Such  hopes  I  now  recall  ; 
My  earthly  prospects  I  resign, 
And  make  my  God  my  all. 


PSALM  XLIV.     C.  M. 

Prayer  for  victory  over invaders . 

1  O  lord,  our  fathers  oft  have  told, 

In  our  attentive  ears, 
Thy  wonders  in  their  days  perform'd, 
And  in  more  ancient  years. 

2  'Twas  not  their  courage,  nor  their  sword 

To  them  salvation  gave  ; 
'Twas  not  their  number,  nor  their  strength 
That  did  their  country  save. 

3  By  thy  right  hand,  thy  powerful  arm, 

Whose  succor  they  implor'd, 
Thy  providence  protected  them, 
Who  thy  great  name  ador'd. 


PSALMS.  29 

4  As  thee,  their  God,  our  fathers  own'd. 

So  thou  art  still  our  King  ; 
O  therefore,  as  thou  didst  to  them, 
To  us  deliverance  bring. 

5  To  thee  the  glory  we'll  ascribe, 

From  whom  salvation  came  ; 
Tn  God  our  shield  we  will  rejoice. 
And  ever  bless  thy  name. 


PSALM  LI.     L.  3f. 

Penitence. 

1  Show  pity,  Lord  !  O  Lord,  forgive  ! 
Let  a  repenting  sinner  live  ; 

Art  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  the  contrite  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  With  shame  my  num'rous  sins  I  trace, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  ; 
And  though  my  prayer  thou  should'st  not 

hear, 
My  doom  is  just  and  thou  art  clear. 

3  Yet  save  a  penitent,  O  Lord ! 

Whose  hope,    still   hov'ring  round    thy 

word, 
Seeks  for  some  precious  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 
3* 


30  PSALMS. 

4  My  sins  are  great,  but  don't  surpass 
The  riches  of  eternal  grace  ; 

Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

5  O  wash  my  soul  from  ev'ry  stain, 
Nor  let  the  guilt  I  mourn  remain  ; 
Give  me  to  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice, 
And  bid  my  bleeding  heart  rejoice. 

6  Then  shall  thy  love  inspire  my  tongue  ; 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song  ; 

And  every  power  shall  join  to  bless 
The  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousness. 


PSALM  LXXX.     L.  M. 

Prayer  for  restoration  of  God'' s  favor. 

I  Of  old,  O  God,  thine  own  right  hand 
A  pleasant  vine  did  plant  and  train ; 
Above  the  hills,  o'er  all  the  land, 

It  sought  the  sun,  and  drank  the  rain. 

3  Its  boughs  like  goodly  cedars  spread, 
Forth  to  the  river  went  the  root ; 
Perennial  verdure  crown'd  its  head, 
It  bore,  in  every  season,  fruit. 

3  That  vine  is  desolate  and  torn, 
Its  scions  in  the  dust  are  laid : 


PSALMS.  31 

Rank  o'er  the  ruin  springs  the  thorn, 
The  wild  boar  wallows  in  the  shade. 

4  Lord  God  of  hosts,  thine  ear  incline, 

Change  into  songs  thy  people's  fears  ; 
Return,  and  visit  this  thy  vine, 
Revive  thy  work  amidst  the  years. 

5  The  plenteous  and  continual  dew 

Of  thy  rich  blessing  here  descend  ; 
So  shall  thy  vine  its  leaf  renew, 

Till  o'er  the  earth  its  branches  bend. 

6  Then  shall  it  flourish  wide  and  far, 

While  realms  beneath  its  shadow  rest ; 
The  morning  and  the  evening  star 
Shall  mark  its  bounds  from  east  to  west. 


PSALM  LXXXIV.    H.  M. 

Public    worship. 

1  Lord  of  the  worlds  above, 
How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thine  earthly  temples,  are  ! 

To  thine  abode  My  heart  aspires, 

With  warm  desires,       To  see  my  God. 


32  PSALMS. 

2  O  happy  souls  that  pray 
Where  God  appoints  to  hear ! 
O  happy  men  that  pay 
Their  constant  service  there  ! 

They  praise  thee  still ;     And  happy  they 
Who  love  the  way  To  Zion's  hill. 

3  They  go  from  strength  to  strength 
Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 

Till  each  in  heaven  appears ; 

O  glorious  seat,         When  God  our  King 
Shall  thither  bring    Our  willing  feet ! 


PSALM  LXXXVI.    Six  Line  L.  M. 

The  one  living  and  true  God. 

1  Eternal  God  !  Almighty  cause 

Of  earth,  and  seas,  and  worlds  unknown, 
All  things  are  subject  to  thy  laws  ; 
All  things  depend  on  thee  alone. 

2  Thy  glorious  being  singly  stands, 
Of  all  within  itself  possessed  ; 
Controlled  by  none  in  thy  commands, 
Thou,  in  thyself  alone  art  blessed. 

3  To  thee  alone  ourselves  we  owe ; 
To  thee  alone  we  homage  pay ; 


PSALMS.  33 

All  other  Gods  we  disavow, 

Deny  their  claims,  renounce  their  sway. 

4  Lord  spread  thy  name  through  heathen 
lands, 
Their  idol  deities  dethrone, 
Subdue  the  world  to  thy  commands, 
And  reign,  as  thou  art,  God  alone. 


PSALM  LXXXIX.    L.  M. 

Divine  sovereignty, 

1  What  seraph  of  celestial  birth, 

To  vie  with  Israel's  God  shall  dare  ? 
Or  who  among  the  sons  of  earth, 
Can  with  the  mighty  God  compare  ? 

2  Lord  God  of  armies,  who  can  boast 

Of  strength   and  power  like   thine   re- 

nown'd  ? 
Of  such  a  numerous  faithful  host 
As  that  which  does  thy  throne  surround  ? 

3  Thou  dost  the  raging  sea  control, 
And  change  the  surface  of  the  deep  ; 
Thou  mak'st  the  sleeping  billows  roll, 
Thou  mak'st  the  rolling  billows  sleep  ! 

4  In  thee  the  sovereign  right  remains 
Of  earth  and  heaven  ;  thee  Lord  alone, 


34  PSALMS. 

The  world,  and  and  all  that  it  contains. 
Their  maker  and  preserver  own. 

5  Happy,  thrice  happy,  they,  who  hear 
The  sacred  trumpet's  joyful  sound  ; 
And  who  among  thy  saints  appear, 
With  thy  most  glorious  presence  crown' d. 

6  With  reverence  and  religious  dread, 
Thy  saints  will  to  thy  temple  press  ; 
Thy  fear   through    all  their  hearts  shall 

spread, 
Who  thy  most  glorious  name  confess. 


PSALM  XC.    First  Part     C.  M. 

Eternity  of  God  and  frailty  of  man. 

1  O  Thou,  the  first,  the  greatest  friend 

Of  all  the  human  race  ! 
Whose  strong  right  hand  has  ever  been 
Their  stay  and  dwelling  place  ! 

2  Before  the  mountains  heaved  their  heads 

Beneath  thy  forming  hand  ; 
Before  this  ponderous  globe  itself 
Arose  at  thy  command  ; 

3  That  power  which  raised,  and  still  up- 

holds 
This  universal  frame. 


PSALMS, 


From  countless,  unbeginning  time, 
Was  ever  still  the  same. 

4  Those  mighty  periods  of  years, 

Which  seem  to  us  so  vast, 
Appear  no  more  before  thy  sight, 
Than  yesterday  that's  past. 

5  But  man  is  like  the  morning  flower, 

In  beauty's  pride  arrayed ; 
And  long  ere  night  cut  clown  it  lies, 
All  withered  and  decayed  ! 


PSALM  XC.     Second  Part     C.  M. 

Same  subject. 

1  O  God !  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast. 
And  our  eternal  home  ! 

2  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

3  A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight 

Are  like  an  evening  gone. 


36  PSALMS. 

Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rising  sun. 

4  Time  like  an  overflowing  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away ; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

5  Like  flowery  fields  the  nations  stand, 

Pleased  with  the  morning  light ; 
The  flowers  beneath  the  mower's  hand, 
Lie  withering  ere  'tis  night. 

6  O  God  !  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come ! 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 


PSALM  XC.    L.  M. 

Divine  protection  through  every  age. 

1  Thou,  Lord  !   through  every    changing 

scene, 
Hast  to  thy  saints  a  refuge  been  ; 
Through  every  age,  eternal  God, 
Their  pleasing  home,  their  safe  abode. 

2  In  thee  our  fathers  sought  their  rest ; 
In  thee  our  fathers  still  are  bless'd  ; 
And,  while  the  tomb  confines  their  dust, 
In  thee  our  souls  abide,  and  trust. 


PSALMS.  37 

o  Lo  !    we  are  risen,  a  feeble  race, 
Awhile  to  fill  our  fathers'  place  ; 
Our  hopeless  state  with  pity  view, 
And  let  us  share  their  refuge  too. 

4  Through  all  the  thorny  paths  we  trace 
In  this  uncertain  wilderness, 

When  friends  desert,  and  foes  mvade, 
Revive  our  heart,  and  guard  our  head. 

5  To  thee  our  infant  race  we  leave  ; 
Them  may  their  fathers'  God  receive, 
That  voices  yet  unformed  may  raise 
Succeeding  hymns  of  humble  praise  ! 


PSALM  XCII.     Z.  M. 

Religious  worship. 

1  Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God  !  my  King  ! 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing ; 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 
When  earthly  cares  forsake  the  breast, 
When  our  best  powers  to  God  we  raise, 
And  the  whole  heart's  attuned  to  praise. 

3  Our  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works  an**  bless  his  word  ; 

4 


38  PSALMS. 

His  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine ! 
How  deep  his  counsels,  how  divine  ! 

4  Lord  may  we  walk  with  growing  strength 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length, 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear 

And  join  in  nobler  worship  there  ! 

5  Then  shall  we  see,  and,  hear,  and  know, 
All  we  desired,  or  wished  below ; 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 


PSALM  XCV.     First  Part     L.  31. 

Divine  sovereignty. 

1  O  come,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing, 
Loud  thanks  to  our  Almighty  King  ; 
For  we  our  voices  high  should  raise,    * 
When  our  salvation's  Rock  we  praise. 

2  O  let  us  to  his  courts  repair, 
And  bow  with  adoration  there, 
To  him  address,  in  joyful  songs, 
The  praise  that  to  his  name  belongs. 

3  For  God,  the  Lord,  enthroned  in  state, 
Is  with  unrivall'd  glory  great ; 

A  King,  superior  far  to  all 

Whom  gods,  the  heathen  falsely  call. 


PSALMS  39 

4  The  depths  of  earth  are  in  his  hand, 
Her  secret  wealth  at  his  command  ; 
The  strength  of  hills  that  threat  the  skies. 
Subjected  to  his  empire  lies. 

5  The  rolling  ocean's  vast  abyss 

By  the  same  sovereign  right  is  his ; 
'Tis  mov'd  by  that  Almighty  hand, 
Which  form'd  and  fix'd  the  solid  land, 

6  Be  thou,  O  God,  exalted  high, 
And  as  thy  glory  fills  the  sky, 
So  let  it  be  on  earth  display'd, 
Till  thou  art  here,  as  there  obey'd. 


PSALM  C.     i.  M. 

Invocation  to  ivorship. 

A  With  one  consent,  let  all  the  earth 
To  God  their  cheerful  voices  raise ; 
Glad  homage  pay,  with  awful  mirth, 
And  sing  before  him  songs  of  praise  ; 

2  Convinc'd  that  he  is  God  alone, 

From  whom  both  we  and  all  proceed ; 
We,  whom  he  chooses  for  his  own, 
The  flock  that  he  vouchsafes  to  feed* 

3  O  enter  then  his  temple  gate, 

Thence  to  his  courts  devoutly  press  : 


40  PSALMS. 

And  still  your  grateful  hymns  repeat, 
And  still  his  name  with  praises  bless. 

4  For  he's  the  Lord,  supremely  good, 
His  mercy  is  for  ever  sure  ; 
His  truth  which  always  firmly  stood. 
To  endless  ages  shall  endure. 


PSALM  CHI.  First  Part.  L.  M. 

The  mercy  of  God,  ready  to  forgive. 

1  My  soul,  inspired  with  sacred  love, 

God's  holy  name  for  ever  bless  ; 
Of  all  his  favours  mindful  prove, 

And  still  thy  grateful  thanks  express. 

2  'Tis  he  that  all  thy  sins  forgives, 

And  after  sickness  makes  thee  sound,.; 
From  danger  he  thy  life  retrieves, 

By  him  with  grace  and  mercy  crown'd. 

3  The  Lord  abounds  with  tender  love, 

And  unexampled  acts  of  grace  ; 
His  waken'd  wrath  doth  slowly  move, 
His  willing  mercy  flies  apace. 

4  God  will  not  always  harshly  chide, 

But  with  his  anger  quickly  part ; 
And  loves  his  punishments  to  guide 
More  by  his  love  than  our  desert. 


PSALMS.  41 

5  As  high  as  heaven  its  arch  extends 

Above  this  little  spot  of  clay, 
So  much  his  boundless  love  transcends 
The  small  respects  that  we  can  pay. 

6  As  far  as  'tis  from  east  to  west, 

So  far  has  he  our  sins  remov'd  ; 
Who,  with  a  father's  tender  breast, 
Has  such  as  fear  him  always  lov'd. 

7  For  God,  who  all  our  frame  surveys, 

Considers  that  we  are  but  clay ; 
How  fresh  soe'er  we  seem,  our  days 
Like  grass  or  flow'rs  must  fade  away. 

8  Whilst  they  are  nipt  with  sudden  blasts, 

Nor  can  we  find  their  former  place ; 
God's  faithful  mercy  ever  lasts, 

To  those  that  fear  him,  and  their  race. 

9  Let  every  creature  jointly  bless, 

The  mighty  Lord  ;  and  thou,  my  heart, 
With  grateful  joy  thy  thanks  express, 
And  in  this  concert  bear  thy  part. 


PSALM  CIII.     Second  Part     L.  M. 

The  frailty  of  life. 

1  Of  mortal  life  how  short  the  date  ! 
Like  flow'rs  which  in  their  highest  state 


42  PSALMS. 

With  gaudy  hues  the  fields  adorn, 
But  soon  by  passing  storms  are  torn. 

2  Their  boasted  beauty  reft  away, 
How  quick  the  vernal  blooms  decay  ! 
Each  in  an  hour  its  pride  resigns, 
And  with'ring  in  the  dust  reclines. 

3  Behold  it  droop,  behold  it  waste  ! 
Nor  can  the  bed,  which  late  it  grac'd, 
Point  to  the  fond  inquirer's  view, 
Where  once  the  short  lived  wonder  grew 

4  So  transient  is  the  life  of  man, 
At  most  a  brief,  contracted  span  ; 

It  blooms,  it  fades,  and  seems  to  show, 
How  vain,  how  frail,  are  things  below. 

5  To  things  above  with  fix'd  desire,    . 
Then  let  our  better  hopes  aspire  ; 
To  realms,  where,  in  eternal  day, 
No  mortals  die,  nor  flowers  decay. 


PSALM  CIII.      C.  M. 

God's  regard  for  his  frail  creatures. 

Lord  we  adore  thy  wondrous  name, 
And  make  that  name  our  trust, 

Which  raised  at  first  this  curious  frame 
From  mean  and  lifeless  dust. 


PSALMS.  43 

2  Awhile  these  frail  machines  endure, 

The  fabric  of  a  day  ; 
Then  know  their  vital  powers  no  more, 
But  moulder  back  to  clay. 

3  Yet,  Lord  !  whate'er  is  felt  or  feared, 

This  thought  is  our  repose, 
That  he,  by  whom  this  frame  was  reared. 
Its  various  weakness  knows. 

4  Thou  view'st  us  with  a  pitying  eye, 

While  struggling  with  our  load  ; 
In  pains  and  dangers  thou  art  nigh, 
Our  Father,  and  our  God ! 

5  Gently  supported  by  thy  love, 

We  tend  to  realms  of  peace, 
Where  every  pain  shall  far  remove, 
And  every  frailty  cease. 


PSALM  CIV.     Z.  M. 

Divine  majesty  and  goodness  in  storms  and  rain. 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  to  hymns  of  praise  ! 
To  God  the  song  of  triumph  raise  ; 
Adorn' d  with  majesty  divine, 

What  pomp,  what  glory,  Lord,  are  thine  ! 

2  Light  forms  his  robe,  and  round  his  head 
The  heavens  their  ample  curtain  spread ; 


44  PSALMS. 

See  on  the  wind's  expanded  wings 
The  chariot  of  the  King  of  kings ! 

3  Around  him  ranged  in  awful  state, 
Dark  silent  storms  attentive  wait ; 
And  thunders,  ready  to  fulfil 

The  mandates  of  his  sovereign  will. 

4  From  earth's  low  margin  to  the  skies, 
He  bids  the  dusky  vapours  rise  ; 
Then,  from  his  magazines  on  high, 
Commands  the  imprisoned  winds  to  fly. 

5  The  lightning's  pallid  sheet  expands, 
And  showers  descend  on  furrowed  lands ; 
While  down  the  mountain's  channeled 

side 
The  torrent  rolls  in  swelling  pride  ; 

6  Till  spent  its  wild  impetuous  force, 
And  settled  in  its  destined  course, 
It  waters  all  the  fruitful  plains, 
And  life  in  various  forms  sustains. 

7  Thus  clouds,  and  storms,  and  fires  obey 
Thy  wise  and  all-controlling  sway  ; 
And  while  thy  terrors  round  us  stand, 
We  see  a  father's  bounteous  hand. 


PSALMS.  45 

PSALM  CV1.     L.  M. 

Thanksgiving. 

1  O  render  thanks  to  God  above, 
The  fountain  of  eternal  love  ; 
Whose  mercy  firm  through  ages  past 
Has  stood  and  shall  for  ever  last. 

2  Who  can  his  mighty  deeds  express, 
Not  only  vast,  but  numberless  ? 
What  mortal  eloquence  can  raise 
His  tribute  of  immortal  praise  ! 

3  Happy  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  from  thy  judgments  never  stray  ; 
Who  know  what's  right ;  nor  only  so, 
But  always  practise  what  they  know. 

4  O  may  I  worthy  prove  to  see 
Thy  saints  in  full  prosperity  ; 
That  I  the  joyful  choir  may  join, 
And  count  thy  people's  triumph  mine. 


PSALM  CXII.     L.  3L 

Happiness  of  the  good  man. 

I   That  man  is  bless'd,  who  stands  in  awe 
Of  God,  and  loves  his  sacred  law  ; 
His  name  on  earth  shall  be  renown'd, 
And  with  increasing  honour  crown'd. 


46 


PSALMS. 


2  His  hospitable  house  shall  be 

To  friends  and  strangers  always  free  ; 
His  virtue  safe  from  all  decay, 
Shall  blessings  to  his  heirs  convey. 

3  The  man  that's  fill'd  with  virtue's  light. 
Shines  brightest  in  affliction's  night ; 
Compassion  dwells  within  his  mind, 
His  justice  flows  to  all  mankind. 

4  His  lib'ral  favours  he  extends, 

To  some  he  gives,  to  others  lends  ; 
And  what  his  charity  impairs, 
He  saves  by  prudence  in  affairs. 

5  Though  dangers  threaten  him  around, 
Unmov'd  shall  he  maintain  his  ground. 
The  sweet  remembrance  of  the  just 
Shall  flourish  when  he  sleeps  in  dust. 

6  His  hands,  whilst  they  his  alms  bestow'd : 
His  glory's  future  harvest  sow'd ; 
Whence  he  shall  reap  a  sure  reward, 
And  dwell  for  ever  with  the  Lord. 


PSALM  CXVI.     L.  M. 

God  the  author  of  our  comforts  and  our  hopes. 

Great  Source  of  life  !  our  souls  confess 
The  various  riches  of  thy  grace  ; 


PSALMS.  47 

Crowned  with  thy  mercy,  we  rejoice, 
And  in  thy  praise  exalt  our  voice. 

2  Before  the  arch  of  heaven  was  spread  ; 
By  thee  were  earth's  foundations  laid  ; 
And  all  the  scenes  of  man's  abode 
Proclaim  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 

3  Thy  quick'ning  hand  restores  our  breath 
When  trembling  on  the  verge  of  death  ; 
Gently  it  wipes  away  our  tears, 

And  lengthens  life  to  future  years. 

4  Our  lives  are  sacred  to  the  Lord  ; 
Kindled  by  him,  by  him  restored ; 
And  while  our  days  renew  their  race, 
May  sin  no  more  our  lives  disgrace. 

5  So,  when  by  him  our  souls  are  led 
Through  unknown  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  hope  triumphant  shall  they  move 
To  scenes  of  nobler  life  above. 


PSALM  CXIX.     C.  M. 

Intercession  for  the  thoughtless  and  inconsiderate. 

Indulgent  God  !  with  pitying  eye 
The  sons  of  men  survey ; 

Alas  !  how  thoughtless  mortals  sport 
In  sin's  destructive  way  ! 


48  PSALMS. 

2  Ten  thousand  dangers  lurk  around, 

To  bear  them  to  the  tomb ; 
Each    passing     hour    may   place    them 

where 
Repentance  cannot  come. 

3  Reclaim,  O  Lord !  their  wandering  minds, 

Amused  by  airy  dreams  ; 
That  heavenly  wisdom  may  dispel 
Their  visionary  schemes. 

4  Guide  and  direct  them  by  thy  word, 

Their  dangerous  state  to  see  ; 
That  they  may  seek  and  find  the  path 
rl  hat  leads  to  heaven  and  thee, 


PSALM  CXIX.     Six  Line  L.  M. 

Instruction  and  delight  from,  the  scriptures. 

1  How  precious,  Lord  !  thy  holy  word  ! 
What  light  and  joy  its  truths  afford 

To  souls  benighted  and  distresed  ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  our  doubtful  way  ; 
Thy  fear  forbids  our  steps  to  stray  ; 

Thy  promise  leads  the  heart  to  rest. 

2  Thy  threatenings  wake   our   slumbering 

eyes, 
And  warn  us  where  our  danger  lies ; 


PSALMS.  49 

While  gospel  truth  and  grace  divine 
Inspire  the  heart  with  filial  love, 
Exalt  and  fix  our  hopes  above, 

And  make  the  willing  spirit  thine. 

From  the  discoveries  of  thy  law 
What  perfect  rules  of  life  we  draw ! 

Be  these  our  study  and  delight ; 
May  every  deed,  and  word,  and  thought, 
To  truth  and  duty's  standard  brought, 

Become  well  pleasing  in  thy  sight. 

O  may  thy  word  those  faults  reveal, 
Which  blind  self-love  may  yet  conceal, 

And  from  presumptuous  sins  restrain  ! 
Thus  taught  to  use  the  book  of  grace, 
We'll  raise  a  grateful  song  of  praise 

That  we  possess  it  not  in  vain. 


PSALM  CXIX.    Z.  M. 

Benefit  of  Affliction. 

1  Low  at  thy  gracious  feet  I  bend, 
My  God,  my  everlasting  friend, 
Permit  the  claim ;  O  let  thine  ear 
My  humble  suit  indulgent  hear ! 

2  Lord,  thou  hast  bid  me  seek  thy  face, 
And  ask  of  thee  thy  promis'd  grace  ; 
O  may  thy  favour,  bliss  divine  ! 
With  fuller,  clearer  radiance  shine. 

5 


50  PSALMS. 

3  But,  O  my  heart,  reflect  with  shame  ; 
Can  I  prefer  so  bold  a  claim  ? 
Conscious  how  often  I  have  stray'd, 
By  empty  vanities  betray'd  ! 

4  How  oft,  ungrateful  to  my  God, 
Have  trifles  call'd  my  thoughts  abroad  ! 
Till  heavenly  pity  saw  me  roam, 

And  bade  affliction  bring  me  home. 

5  And  when  the  snares  of  earth  were  broke. 
By  kind  affliction's  needful  stroke, 
Have  not  I  own'd,  with  humble  praise, 
That  just  and  right  are  all  his  ways  ? 

6  Yes,  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne, 
My  vileness  and  thy  love  I  own  ; 

O  let  that  love,  with  beams  divine, 
Forgiving,  healing,  round  me  shine. 

7  Whene'er,  ungrateful  to  my  God, 
This  heedless  heart  requires  the  rod, 
Thy  arm  supporting  I  implore  ; 
The  hand  that  chastens  can  restore. 

8  O  may  the  kind  conviction  prove 
A  fruit  of  thy  paternal  love  ; 
Wean  me  from  earth,  from  sin  refine, 
And  make  my  heart  entirely  thine ! 


PSALMS.  53 

PSALM  CXX.    H.  31 

God,  our  Preserver. 

1  Upward  we  lift  our  eyes, 
From  God  is  all  our  aid  : 
The  God  who  built  the  skies, 
And  earth  and  nature  laid. 

God  is  the  tower         To  which  we  fly  : 
His  grace  is  nigh         In  every  hour. 

2  Our  feet  shall  never  slide, 
Nor  fall  in  fatal  snares  ; 

Since  God,  our  guard  and  guide, 
Will  dissipate  our  fears. 

Those  wakeful  eyes     That  never  sleep, 
Thy  servants  keep,      When  dangers  rise. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 
Nor  blasts  of  evening  air, 
Shall  take  our  health  away, 
If  God  be  with  us  there. 

Thou  art  our  sun         And  thou  our  shade, 
To  guard  our  head,    By  night  or  noon. 

4  Hast  thou  not  giv'n  thy  word 
To  save  our  souls  from  death  ? 
And  we  can  trust  the  Lord, 
To  keep  our  mortal  breath. 

We'll  go  and  come,     Nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  high         Thou  call  us  home. 


52  PSALMS. 

PSALM  CXXXVI.     H.  M. 

GodPs  power  and  goodness. 

1  To  God  the  mighty  Lord 
Your  joyful  thanks  repeat ; 
To  him  due  praise  afford, 

"As  good  as  he  is  great : 

For  God  does  prove     Our  constant  friend. 
His  boundless  love       Shall  never  end. 

2  By  his  almighty  hand 
Amazing  works  are  wrought  ; 
The  heav'ns  by  his  command 
Were  to  perfection  brought ; 

For  God,  &c. 

3  He  spread  the  ocean  round 
About  the  spacious  land  ; 
And  made  the  rising  ground 
Above  the  waters  stand  : 

For  God,  &c. 

4  He,  in  our  depth  of  woes, 
On  us  with  favour  thought, 
And  from  our  cruel  foes 

In  peace  and  safety  brought : 
For  God,  &c. 

5  He  does  the  food  supply, 
On  which  all  creatures  live ; 


PSALMS.  53 

To  God,  who  reigns  on  high, 

Eternal  praises  give  : 
For  God  will  prove     Our  constant  friend, 
His  boundless  love      Shall  never  end. 


PSALM  CXXXVI.    7s 

Praise. 

1  Lift  your  voice,  and  joyful  sing 
Praises  to  our  heavenly  King  ; 
For  his  mercies  far  extend, 
And  his  bounty  knows  no  end. 

2  Honor  pay  to  heaven's  high  Lord, 
And  his  wond'rous  deeds  record  ; 
Through  the  various  realms  of  earth, 
Praise  him  all  of  human  birth. 

o  Him,  whose  wisdom  throned  on  high. 
Built  the  mansions  of  the  sky  ; 
And  the  orbs  that  gild  the  pole 
Bade  through  boundless  ether  roll. 

4  Him,  who  o'er  this  earthly  ball, 
Looks  with  equal  eye  on  all, 
And  to  every  thing  which  lives, 
Rich  supplies  of  blessings  gives. 

5  To  the  great  eternal  King 
Raise  your  voice,  and  joyful  sing  ; 
For  his  mercies  wide  extend, 
And  his  bounty  knows  no  end. 

5* 


54  PSALMS. 

PSALM  CXXXVII.    L.M. 

Judah  in  bondage,  or  remembrance  of  captivity. 

1  When  we,  our  weary  limbs  to  rest, 
Sat  down  by  proud  Euphrates'  stream, 
We  wept,  with  doleful  thoughts  opprest ; 
And  Sion  was  our  mournful  theme. 

2  Our  harps,  that  when  with  joy  we  sung, 
Were  wont  their  tuneful  parts  to  bear, 
With  silent  strings  neglected  hung 
On  willow  trees,  that  wither'd  there. 

3  Meanwhile  our  foes,  who  all  conspir'd 
To  triumph  in  our  slavish  wrongs, 
Music  and  mirth  of  us  requir'd, 
"Come,  sing  us  one  of  Sion's  songs." 

4  How  shall  we  tune  our  voice  to  sing, 
Or  touch  our  harps  with  skilful  hands  ; 
Shall  hymns  of  joy  to  God,  our  King, 
Be  sung  by  slaves  in  foreign  lands  ? 

5  O  Salem,  our  once  happy  seat !    * 
When  I  of  thee  forgetful  prove, 
Let  then  my  trembling  hand  forget 
The  speaking  strings  with  art  to  move  ! 

6  If  I  to  mention  thee  forbear, 
Eternal  silence  seize  my  tongue  ; 
Or  if  I  sing  one  cheerful  air, 
Till  thy  deliv'rance  is  my  song. 


PSALMS.  55 

PSALM  CXXXIX.    First  Part  L.  M. 

God's  omnipresence  and  omniscience. 

1  Thou,    Lord,   by    strictest    search  hast 

known 
My  rising  up  and  lying  down ; 
My  secret  thoughts  are  known  to  thee, 
Known  long  before  conceiv'd  by  me. 

2  Thine  eye  my  bed  and  path  surveys, 
My  public  haunts  and  private  ways  ; 
Thou  know'st   what   'tis  my  lips  would 

vent, 
My  yet  unutter'd  words  intent. 

3  Surrounded  by  thy  pow'r  I  stand  ; 
On  ev'ry  side  I  find  thy  hand ; 

O  skill,  for  human  reach  too  high ! 
Too  dazzling  bright  for  mortal  eye ! 

4  O,  could  I  so  perfidious  be, 

To  think  of  once  deserting  thee. 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  influence  shun  ? 
Or  whither  from  thy  presence  run  ? 

5  If  up  to  heav'n  I  take  my  flight, 

'Tis   there   thou   dwell'st   enthron'd    in 

light ; 
If  down  to  hell's  infernal  plains, 
'Tis  there  almighty  vengeance  reigns. 


56  PSALMS. 

6  If  I  the  morning's  wings  could  gain, 
And  fly  beyond  the  eastern  main, 
Thy  swifter  hand  would  first  arrive, 
And  there  arrest  thy  fugitive. 

7  Or,  should  I  try  to  shun  thy  sight, 
Beneath  the  sable  wings  of  night ; 
One  glance  from  thee,  one  piercing  ray, 
Would  kindle  darkness  into  day. 

8  The  veil  of  night  is  no  disguise, 

No  screen  from  thy  all-searching  eyes  ; 
Through    midnight   shades  thou   find'st 

thy  way, 
As  in  the  blazing  noon  of  day. 

9  O!  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest ; 

Nor  let  my  rising  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 

10  Search,  try,   O  God,  my  thoughts   and 

heart, 
If  mischief  lurk  in  any  part ; 
Correct  me  where  I  go  astray, 
And  guide  me  in  thy  perfect  way. 


PSALM  CXXXIX.    Second  Part  L.  M. 

Gratitude  to  God  for  innumerable  mercies. 

1   In  glad  amazement,  Lord  !  I  stand, 
Amidst  the  bounties  of  thy  hand  ; 


PSALMS.  57 

How  numberless  these  bounties  are, 
How  rich,  how  various,  and  how  fair  ! 

2  But  O  what  poor  return  I  make  ! 
What  lifeless  thanks  I  pay  thee  back ! 
Lord  !  I  confess  with  humble  shame, 
My  ofTrings  scarce  deserve  the  name. 

3  Fain  would  my  lab'ring  heart  devise, 
To  bring  some  nobler  sacrifice  ; 

It  sinks  beneath  the  mighty  load  : 
What  shall  I  render  to  my  God  ! 

4  In  deep  abasement,  Lord  !  I  see 
My  emptiness  and  poverty  : 
Give  me  a  likeness  more  divine, 
And  make  me  worthier  to  be  thine. 

5  Give  me  at  length  an  angel's  tongue, 
That  heaven  may  echo  with  my  song  ; 
The  theme,  too  great  for  time,  shall  be 
My  joy  throughout  eternity. 


PSALM  CXLV.     Z.  JSL 

Greatness  of  God. 

1  My  God  !  my  King  !  thy  various  praise 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days ; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue. 
And  after  death  exalt  my  song  ! 


58  PSALMS. 

2  The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear ; 
And  every  setting  sun  still  see 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee ! 

3  Thy  works  with  boundless  glory  shine, 
And  speak  thy  majesty  divine  ; 

Let  land  to  land  aloud  proclaim 
The  matchless  honor  of  thy  name. 

4  But  who  can  speak  thy  wondrous  deeds  ! 
Thy  greatness  all  our  thoughts  exceeds : 
Vast  and  unsearchable  thy  ways  ; 

Vast  and  immortal  be  thy  praise. 


PSALM  CXLVII.     108. 

Care  and  compassion  of  God. 

1  Praise  ye  the  Lord !    O  let  the  grateful 

song 
From  morn  to  evening's  shade  the  theme 

prolong ; 
Praise  ye  the  Lord !    and  let  the  blest 

employ 
Inspire  in  every  breast  a  sacred  joy. 

2  He  heals  each  broken  heart,  binds  every 

wound, 
O  let  his  praise  from  earth  to  heaven  re- 
sound : 


PSALMS.  59 

He  names  the  stars,  whose  num'rous  orbs 

on  high 
Spangle  with  beams  of  light  the   sombre 

sky. 

3  His  showers  refreshing  fertilize  the  plain, 
And  make,  on  mountain  tops,  fresh  ver- 
dure reign  ; 

Sing  to  the  Lord  a  grateful  hymn  of  praise, 
Let  each  glad  heart  its  song  of  rapture 
raise. 

4  He  hears  the  ravens  cry,  he  gives  them 

food, 
And  feeds  with  care  the  tenants  of  the 

wood, 
Unmark'd  by  him  no  humble  lilies  fade, 
Nor  will  the  falling  sparrow  want  his  aid. 

5  Praise  ye  the  Lord  !  and  let  the  grateful 

song 

From  morn  to  eve  the  sacred  theme  pro- 
long ; 

Let  the  blest  theme  employ  our  fleeting 
days, 

Till  in  his  courts  immortal  strains  we 
raise ! 


60  PSALMS. 

PSALM  CXLVIII.     H.  M. 

Universal  praise. 

1  Ye  boundless  realms  of  joy, 
Exalt  your  Maker's  fame  ; 
His  praise  your  song  employ 
Above  the  starry  frame  ; 

Your  voices  raise,       Ye  Cherubim, 
And  Seraphim,  To  sing  his  praise. 

2  Thou  moon,  that  rul'st  the  night, 
And  sun.  that  guid'st  the  day, 
Ye  glitt'ring  stars  of  light, 

To  him  your  homage  pay ; 

His  praise  declare,         Ye  heav'ns  above, 
And  clouds  that  move    In  liquid  air. 

3  Let  them  adore  the  Lord, 
And  praise  his  holy  name, 
By  whose  almighty  word 
They  all  from  nothing  came  : 

And  all  shall  last,       From  changes  free ; 
His  firm  decree  Stands  ever  fast. 

4  Let  earth  her  tribute  pay  ; 
Praise  him,  ye  dreadful  whales, 
And  fish  that  through  the  sea 
Glide  swift  with  glitt'ring  scales  ; 

Fire,  hail,  and  snow,     And  misty  air, 
And  winds  that,  where   He  bids  them,  blow 


PSALMS.  61 

5  By  hills  and  mountains,  all 
In  grateful  concert  join'd, 
By  cedars  stately  tall, 

And  trees  for  fruit  design'd; 
By  ev'ry  beast,  And  creeping  thing, 

And  fowl  of  wing,    His  name  be  blest. 

6  United  zeal  be  shown, 

His  wond'rous  fame  to  raise  ; 
Whose  glorious  name  alone 
Deserves  our  endless  praise  ; 

Earth's  utmost  ends     His  pow'r  obey  ; 

His  glorious  sway         The  sky  transcends. 


PSALM  CXLVIII.     Six  Line  C.  M. 

The  same  subject. 

1  Begin,  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay  ; 
Let  each  enraptur'd  thought  obey, 

And  praise  th'  almighty  name ; 
Lo !  heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas,  and 

skies, 
In  one  melodious  concert  rise, 

To  swell  th'  inspiring  theme. 

2  Ye  angels,  spread  the  joyful  sound, 
While  all  th'  adoring  throngs  around 

His  wond'rous  mercy  sing  ; 
Let  every  listening  saint  above 
Wake  all  the  tuneful  soul  of  love, 

And  touch  the  loudest  string. 


62  PSALMS. 

3  Thou  heaven  of  heavens,  his  vast  abode, 
Ye  clouds,  proclaim  your  Maker,  God, 

Ye  thunders,  speak  his  power  ; 
Lo  !  on  the  lightning's  rapid  wings, 
In  triumph  rides  the  King  of  kings  ; 

Th'  astonish' d  worlds  adore. 

4  Ye  deeps,  with  roaring  billows  rise, 
To  join  the  thunder  of  the  skies, 

Praise  him,  who  bids  you  roll ; 
His  praise  in  softer  notes  declare, 
Each  whispering  breeze  of  yielding  air, 

And  breathe  it  to  the  soul. 

5  Wake,  all  ye  soaring  throng,  and  sing ! 
Ye  cheerful  warblers  of  the  spring, 

Harmonious  anthems  raise 
To  him  who  shap'd  your  finer  mould, 
Who  tipt  your  glittering  wings  with  gold. 

And  tun'd  your  voice  to  praise. 

6  Let  man  by  nobler  passions    sway'd, 
The  feeling  heart,  the  reas'ning  head, 

In  heavenly  praise  employ ; 
Spread  the  Creator's  name  around, 
Till  heaven's  wide  arch  repeat  the  sound, 

The  general  burst  of  joy. 


PSALMS.  63 

PSALM  CXLVIII.    7s. 

The  same  subject. 

1  Heralds  of  creation  cry, — 

Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  most  high  ; 
Heaven  and  earth,  obey  the  call, 
Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  of  all. 

2  For  He  spake,  and  forth  from  night 
Sprang  the  universe  to  light ; 

Pie  commanded, — Nature  heard, 
And  stood  fast  upon  his  word. 

3  Praise  Him,  all  ye  hosts  above, 
Spirits  perfected  in  love  ; 

Sun  and  moon,  your  voices  raise, 
Sing,  ye  stars,  your  Maker's  praise. 

4  Earth,  from  all  thy  depths  below, 
Ocean's  hallelujahs  flow  ; 
Lightning,  vapour,  wind,  and  storm, 
Hail  and  snow,  his  will  perform. 

5  Vales  and  mountains,  burst  in  song ; 
Rivers,  roll  with  praise  along  ; 
Clap  your  hands,  ye  trees,  and  hail 
God,  who  comes  in  every  gale. 

6  Birds,  on  wings  of  rapture,  soar, 
Warble  at  his  temple-door  ; 

Joyful  sounds,  from  herds  and  flocks, 
Echo  back,  ye  caves  and  rocks. 


64 


PSALMS. 


7  Kings,  your  Sov'reign  serve  with  awe 
Judges,  own  his  righteous  law  ; 
Princes,  worship  him  with  fear : 
Bow  the  knee,  all  people  here. 

8  Let  his  truth  by  babes  be  told, 
And  his  wonders  by  the  old  ; 
Youths  and  maidens,  in  your  prime, 
Learn  the  lays  of  heaven  betime. 

9  High  above  all  height  his  throne, 
Excellent  his  name  alone  ; 
Him  let  all  his  works  confess  ; 
Him  let  every  being  bless ! 

PSALM  CXLIX.     P.  M. 

Thanksgiving. 

1  O  praise  ye  the  Lord, 
Prepare  your  glad  voice, 
His  praise  in  the  great 
Assembly  to  sing. 

In  their  great  Creator 
Let  all  men  rejoice, 
And  heirs  of  salvation 
Be  glad  in  their  King. 

2  Let  them  his  great  name 
Devoutly  adore ; 

In  loud  swelling  strains 
His  praises  express, 
Who  graciously  opens 
His  bountiful  store, 


PSALMS.  65 

Their  wants  to  relieve,  and 
His  children  to  bless. 

With  glory  adorn'd 
His  people  shall  sing 
To  God,  who  defence 
And  plenty  supplies ; 
Their  loud  acclamations 
To  him  their  great  King, 
Through  earth  shall  be  sounded 
And  reach  to  the  skies. 

Ye  angels  above, 

His  glories  who've  sung, 

In  loftiest  notes, 

Now  publish  his  praise  ; 

We  mortals,  delighted, 

Would  borrow  your  tongue  ; 

Would  join  in  your  numbers, 

And  chant  to  your  lays. 


PSALM  CL.     L.  M. 

Public  praise. 

1  Praise  ye  the  Lord,  let  praise  employ, 
In  his  own  courts,  your  songs  of  joy  ; 
The  spacious  firmament  around 
Shall  echo  back  the  joyful  sound. 

2  Recount  his  works  in  strains  divine, 
His  wondrous  works,   how  bright  they 

shine  ; 

6* 


66  PSALMS. 

Praise  him  for  all  his  mighty  deeds, 
Whose  greatness  all  your  praise  exceeds. 

3  To  praise  awake  the  tuneful  string, 
And  to  the  solemn  organ  sing, 
Harmonious,  let  the  concert  rise, 
And  bear  the  rapture  to  the  skies. 

4  Let  all  whom  life  and  breath  inspire 
Attend  and  join  the  blissful  choir  ; 
But  chiefly  ye  who  know  his  word, 
Adore,  and  love,  and  praise  the  Lord  ! 


PSALM  CL.  7s. 

Same  subject. 

1  Praise,  O  praise  the  name  divine, 
Praise  him  at  the  hallowed  shrine. 
Let  the  firmament  on  high 

To  its  Maker's  praise  reply. 

2  Let  his  acts  and  power  supreme 
To  your  songs  suggest  a  theme  ; 
Let  the  organ  in  his  praise, 
Learn  its  loudest  notes  to  raise. 

3  All  who  vital  health  enjoy, 

In  his  praise  that  health  employ, 
And  in  one  great  chorus  join, 
Praise,  O  praise  the  name  divine. 


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INTRODUCTION  AND  CLOSE  OF  WORSHIP 


HYMN  I.    P.  31. 

Hymn  of  praise. 

1  O  praise  ye  the  Lord  !    prepare  a   new 

song  ; 
And  let  all  his  saints  in  full  concert  join; 
With  voices  united  the  anthem  prolong, 
And  show  forth  his  praises   with   music 

divine. 

2  Let  praise  to  the    Lord,  who   made    us, 

ascend  ; 
Let  each   grateful   heart  be   glad  in   its 

king  ; 
The  God  whom  we  worship   our   songs 

will  attend, 
And  view  with  complacence,  the  offering 

we  bring. 

3  Be  joyful,   ye   saints,   sustain'd   by   his 

might, 
And  let  your  glad  songs  awake  with  each 
morn ; 


68  HYMNS. 

For  those  who  obey  him  are  still  his  de- 
light, 

His  hand  with  salvation  the  meek  will 
adorn. 

4  Then  praise  ye  the  Lord  !  prepare  a  glad 

song ; 
And  let  all  his  saints  in  full  concert  join  ; 
With  voices  united  the  anthem  prolong, 
And  show  forth  his  praises  with  music 

divine. 


HYMN  II.     C.  M. 

The  Lord^s  day  morning. 

1  Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 

Awakes  the  kindling  ray  ; 
Unseals  the  eye-lids  of  the  morn, 
And  pours  increasing  day. 

2  O  what  a  night  was  that  which  wrapp'd 

The  heathen  world  in  gloom  ! 
O  what  a  sun,  which  broke  this  day 
Triumphant  from  the  tomb  ! 

3  This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid, 

And  loud  hosannas  sung  ; 
Let  gladness  dwell  in  every  heart, 
And  praise  on  every  tongue. 

4  Ten  thousand  differing  lips  shall  join, 

To  hail  this  welcome  morn, 


HYMNS, 


69 


Which  scatters  blessings  from  its  wings 
To  nations  yet  unborn. 

5  Jesus,  the  friend  of  human  kind, 

With  strong  compassion  mov'd, 
Descended  like  a  pitying  God, 
To  save  the  souls  he  lov'd. 

6  The  powers  of  darkness  leagu'd  in  vain. 

To  bind  his  soul  in  death  ; 
He  shook  their  kingdom  when  he  fell. 
With  his  expiring  breath. 

7  And  now  his  conquering  chariot  wheels 

Ascend  the  lofty  skies  ; 
While  broke,  beneath  his  pow'rful  cross, 
Death's  iron  sceptre  lies. 

8  Exalted  high  at  God's  right  hand, 

And  Lord  of  all  below  ; 
Thro'  him  is  pard'ning  love  dispens'd, 
And  boundless  blessings  flow. 

9  To  thee,  my  Saviour,  and  my  King, 

Glad  homage  let  me  give ; 
And  stand  prepared  like  thee  to  die, 
With  thee  that  I  may  live. 


HYMN  III.     H.  M. 

The  same  subject. 

1   Awake,  our  drowsy  souls, 
Shake  oft"  each  slothful  band  ! 


70  HYMNS. 

The  wonders  of  this  day 
Our  noblest  songs  demand. 

Auspicious  morn,  Thy  blissful  rays 

Bright  seraphs  hail,         In  songs  of  praise ! 

2  At  thy  approaching  dawn, 
Reluctant  death  resign'd 
The  glorious  Prince  of  life, 
In  the  dark  vault  confin'd. 

Th'  angelic  host  Around  him  bends. 

And,  midst  their  shouts,  The  Lord  ascends. 

3  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord  ! 
Heaven  with  hosannas  rings  ; 
Whilst  earth  in  humbler  strains, 
Thy  praise  responsive  sings. 

Worthy  art  thou,         Who  once  wast  slain. 
Thro'  endless  years  To  live  and  reign. 


HYMN  IV.     L.  31. 

The  Christian  Sabbath. 

1  Another  six  days'  work  is  done  ! 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun ! 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  day  that  God  has  bless'd. 

2  O  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies ! 

And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose 
Which  none  but  he  who  feels  it  knows. 


HYMNS.  71 

3  This  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast, 
Is  the  clear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

i  With  joy,  great  God  !  thy  works  we  view, 
In  various  scenes,  both  old  and  new  ; 
With  praise  we  think  on  mercies  past, 
With  hope  we  future  mercies  taste. 

5  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, 
In  holy  pleasures  pass  away  ; 
How  sweet  this  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  that  which  ne'er  shall  end. 


HYMN  V.     L.  M. 

The  eternal  Sabbath. 

1  Lord  of  the  Sabbath  !  hear  our  vows, 
On  this,  thy  clay,  in  this,  thy  house ; 
And  own,  as  grateful  sacrifice, 

The  songs,  which  in  thy  temple  rise. 

2  Thine  earthly  sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love  ; 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 

To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire, 
With  cheerful  hope  and  strong  desire. 

3  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 

Nor  sin,  nor  death,  shall  reach  the  place  ; 
No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs, 
Which  dwell  upon  immortal  tongues. 


72  HYMNS. 

4  No  gloomy  cares  shall  there  annoy, 
No  conscious  guilt  disturb  our  joy  ; 
But  every  doubt  and  fear  shall  cease, 
And  perfect  love  give  perfect  peace. 

5  When  shall  that  glorious  day  begin, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  death  or  sin  ; 
Whose  sun  shall  never  more  decline, 
But  with  unfading  lustre  shine  ! 


HYMN  VI.     C.  M. 

The  Sabbath  of  the  soul. 

1  Sleep,  sleep  to-day,  tormenting  cares, 

Of  earth  and  folly  born  ! 
Ye  shall  not  dim  the  light  that  streams 
From  this  celestial  morn. 

2  To-morrow  will  be  time  enough 

To  feel  your  harsh  control ; 
Ye  shall  not  violate  this  day, 
The  Sabbath  of  the  soul. 

3  Sleep,  sleep  for  ever,  guilty  thoughts ! 

Let  fires  of  vengeance  die  ; 
And,  cleans' d  from  sin,  may  we  behold 
A  God  of  purity ! 


HYMNS.  7S 

HYMN  VII.     Ss  31. 

Constant  and  Universal  praise. 

1   O  sing  to  the  Lord  a  new  song ! 
Let  the  universe  join  in  the  strain ; 
Each  day  the  glad  tribute  prolong, 
His  wonders,  his  glory  maintain. 
Let  gratitude  bless  the  kind  power 
From  whom  our  salvation  descends  ; 
How  great  is  the  God  we  adore ! 
How  rich  are  the  blessings  he  sends  ! 

2  In  the  beauty  of  holiness  bow  ; 

O  worship  with  fear  and  with  love  ! 

How  solemn  his  temples  below  ! 

How  glorious  his  presence  above  ! 

Proclaim  to  the  nations  around, 

That  our  God,  the  omnipotent,  reigns, 
Whose  righteousness  space  cannot  bound, 
Whose  purpose  unalter'd  remains  ! 

3  O  let  the  wide  heavens  rejoice, 
The  earth  with  her  myriads  be  glad ! 
The  ocean  shall  join  his  loud  voice, 
And  the  woods  in  rich  verdure  be  clad  ; 
Rejoice  !  for  the  Lord  is  at  hand  ; 
Prepare  !  for  his  judgment  is  nigh  ; 
Before  him  all  nations  shall  stand  ; 

No  guilt  from  his  justice  can  fly. 
7 


74  HYMiNS. 

HYMN  VIII.     L.  31. 

The  blessings  of  divine  worship. 

1  God  in  his  earthly  temples  lays 
Foundations  for  his  heavenly  praise  ; 
And  loves  to  see  that  worship  rise, 
Which  forms  his  offspring  for  the  skies. 

2  His  mercy  every  house  attends, 
Whence  pure  devotion's  flame  ascends ; 
And  ever  lends  a  gracious  ear, 
Where  churches  join  in  praise  and  pray'r. 

3  To  men  of  pure  and  pious  hearts, 
All  real  good  their  God  imparts ; 
With  grace  he  crowns  them  here  below. 
And  endless  glory  will  bestow. 

4  His  blessing  yields  a  large  increase 
Of  wisdom,  and  of  sacred  peace  ; 
While  rip'ning  holiness  and  love, 
Prepare  their  souls  for  joys  above. 

5  Father  supreme !  whose  sov'reign  sway, 
All  worlds,  all  beings  must  obey  ; 

May  our  first  wish  and  object  be 

On  earth,  in  heaven  to  dwell  with  thee. 


HYMNS.  ?~> 


HYMN  IX.     8,  8,  6*. 

Attendance  on  religious  institutions. 

I'll  bless  Jehovah's  glorious  name, 
Whose  goodness  heaven  and  earth  pro- 
claim, 

With  every  morning  light ; 
And  at  the  close  of  every  day, 
To  him  my  cheerful  homage  pay, 

Who  guards  me  through  the  night. 

Then  in  his  churches  to  appear, 
And  pay  my  humble  worship  there, 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ  ; 
The  day  that  saw  my  Saviour  rise, 
Shall  dawn  on  my  delighted  eyes 

With  pure  and  holy  joy. 

With  grateful  sorrow  in  my  breast, 
I'll  celebrate  the  dying  feast 

Of  my  departing  Lord  ; 
And  while  his  perfect  love  I  view, 
His  bright  example  I'll  pursue. 

And  meditate  his  word. 


HYMN  X.     8  &  7* 

The  God  of  mercy  adored. 

1  Praise  to  God,  the  great  Creator, 
Bounteous  source  of  every  joy  ; 


76  HYMNS. 

He  whose  hand  upholds  all  nature, 
He  whose  word  can  all  destroy ! 

Saints,  with  pious  zeal  attending, 
Now  the  grateful  tribute  raise  ; 

Solemn  songs  to  heaven  ascending, 
Join  the  universal  praise. 

2  Here  indulge  each  grateful  feeling ; 

Lowly  bend  with  contrite  souls  ; 
Here  his  milder  grace  revealing, 

Here  no  awful  thunder  rolls ; 
Lo !  the  eternal  page  before  us 

Bears  the  cov'nant  of  his  love, 
Full  of  mercy  to  restore  us, 

Mercy  beaming  from  above. 

3  Every  secret  fault  confessing, 

Deed  unrighteous,  thought  of  sin, 
Seize,  O  seize  the  proffer'd  blessing, 

Grace  from  God,  and  peace  within  ! 
Heart  and  voice  with  rapture  swelling. 

Still  the  song  of  glory  raise  ; 
On  the  theme  immortal  dwelling, 

Join  the  universal  praise. 


HYMN  XI.     8  &  7s. 

Surrounding  the  mercy-seat. 

1  Far  from  mortal  cares  retreating, 
Sordid  hopes  and  fond  desires. 


HYMNS. 


77 


Here,  our  willing  footsteps  meeting, 
Every  heart  to  heaven  aspires. 

From  the  fount  of  glory  beaming, 
Light  celestial  cheers  our  eyes, 

Mercy  from  above  proclaiming 
Peace  and  pardon  from  the  skies. 

Who  may  share  this  great  salvation  ? 

Every  pure  and  humble  mind  ; 
Every  kindred,  tongue,  and  nation, 

From  the  dross  of  guilt  refin'd  ; 
Blessings  all  around  bestowing, 

God  withholds  his  care  from  none ; 
Grace  and  mercy  ever  flowing 

From  the  fountain  of  his  throne. 

Every  stain  of  guilt  abhorring, 

Firm  and  bold  in  virtue's  cause, 
Still  thy  providence  adoring, 

Faithful  subjects  to  thy  laws. 
Lord !  with  favour  still  attend  us, 

Bless  us  with  thy  wondrous  love  ; 
Thou,  our  sun  and  shield,  defend  us ; 

All  our  hope  is  from  above. 


HYMN  XII.     S.  M. 

Invitation  to  the  house  of  God. 

1   Come  to  the  house  of  prayer. 
O  thou  afflicted,  come  ; 


78  HYMNS. 

The  God  of  peace  shall  meet  thee  there. 
He  makes  that  house  his  home. 

2  Come  to  the  house  of  praise, 

Ye  who  are  happy  now  ; 
In  sweet  accord  your  voices  raise, 
In  grateful  homage  bow. 

3  Ye  aged,  hither  come, 

For  ye  have  felt  his  love  ; 
Soon  shall   your   trembling   tongues  be 
dumb, 
Your  lips  forget  to  move. 

4  Ye  young,  before  his  throne, 

Come,- bow  ;  your  voices  raise  ; 
Let  not  your  hearts  his  praise  disown 
Who  gives  the  power  to  praise. 

5  Thou,  whose  benignant  eye 

In  mercy  looks  on  all, 
Who  see'st  the  tear  of  misery, 
And  hear' st  the  mourner's  call ; 

6  Up  to  thy  dwelling  place 

Bear  our  frail  spirits  on, 
Till  they  outstrip  time's  tardy  pace, 
And  heav'n  on  earth  be  won. 


HYMNS.  79 

HYMN  XIII.     C.  M. 

Homage  and  devotion. 

1  With  sacred  joy  we  lift  our  eyes 

To  those  bright  realms  above, 
That  glorious  temple  in  the  skies 
Where  dwells  eternal  love. 

2  Before  the  awful  throne  we  bow 

Of  heaven's  almighty  king  : 
Here  we  present  the  solemn  vow, 
And  hymns  of  praise  we  sing. 

3  Thee  we  adore  ;  and,  Lord!  to  thee 

Our  filial  duty  pay ; 
Thy  service,  unconstrain'd  and  free, 
Conducts  to  endless  day. 

4  While  in  thy  house  of  prayer  we  kneel 

With  trust  and  holy  fear, 
Thy  mercy  and  thy  truth  reveal, 
And  lend  a  gracious  ear. 

5  With  fervour  teach  our  hearts  to  prayr 

And  tune  our  lips  to  sing  ; 
Nor  from  thy  presence  cast  away 
The  sacrifice  we  bring. 

HYMN  XIV.     L.  M. 

The  presence  of  God  in  his  house. 

1  Lo  !  God  is  here  ;  let  us  adore, 
And  humbly  bow  before  his  face  ; 


80  HYMNS. 

Let  all  within  us  feel  his  power, 
Let  all  within  us  seek  his  grace. 

2  Lo  !  God  is  here  ;  him  day  and  night 
United  choirs  of  angels  sing ; 

To  him,  enthron'd  above  all  height, 
Heaven's  host  their  noblest  praises  bring. 

3  Being  of  beings  !  may  our  praise 
Thy  courts  with  grateful  incense  fill ; 
Still  may  we  stand  before  thy  face, 
Still  hear  and  do  thy  sov'reign  will. 


HYMN  XV.     Is  M. 

Humble  adoration. 

1  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

Be  thy  glorious  name  ador'd  ; 
Lord !  thy  mercies  never  fail ; 
Hail,  celestial  goodness,  hail ! 

2  Though  unworthy,  Lord,  thine  ear, 
Deign  our  humble  songs  to  hear  ; 
Purer  praise  we  hope  to  bring, 
When  around  thy  throne  we  sing. 

3  While  on  earth  ordain'd  to  stay, 
Guide  our  footsteps  in  thy  way  ; 
Then  on  high  we'll  joyful  raise 
Songs  of  everlasting  praise. 


HYMNS.  81 

Lord  !  thy  mercies  never  fail ; 
Hail,  celestial  goodness,  hail ! 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 
Be  thy  glorious  name  ador'd. 


HYMN  XVI.     L.  M. 

The  sacrifice  of  the  heart. 

1  When,  as  returns  this  solemn  day, 
Man  comes  to  meet  his  Maker,  God, 
What  rites,  what  honours  shall  he  pay  ? 
How  spread  his  Sovereign's  praise  abroad? 

2  From  marble  domes  and  gilded  spires 
Shall  curling  clouds  of  incense  rise  ? 
And  gems  and  gold,  and  garlands  deck 
The  costly  pomp  of  sacrifice  ? 

3  Vain,  simple  man  ! — creation's  Lord 
Thy  golden  ofFrings  well  may  spare  ; 
But  give  thy  heart,  and  thou  shalt  find 
Here  dwells  a  God  who  heareth  prayer- 


HYMN  XVII.     C.  M. 

Engagedness  in  worship. 

\  O  Father,  though  the  anxious  fear 
May  cloud  tomorrow's  way. 
Nor  fear  nor  doubt  shall  enter  here. 
All  shall  be  thine  to-dav. 


82  HYMNS. 

2  We  will  not  bring  divided  hearts 

To  worship  at  thy  shrine  ! 
But  each  unholy  thought  departs. 
And  leaves  the  temple  thine. 

3  Our  Father,  God  below,  above  ! 

Man's  noblest  work  is  praise. 
O  fill  our  hearts  with  saered  love. 
Whilst  we  our  voices  raise. 


HYMN  XVIII.     C.  M. 

The  acceptable  offering. 

Thine  influence,  mighty  God,  is  felt, 
Through  nature's  ample  round  ; 

In  heaven,  on  earth,  thro'  air  and  skies, 
Thy  energy  is  found. 

Thy  sacred  influence,  Lord,  we  need 

To  form  our  hearts  anew  ; 
O  cleanse  our  souls  from  every  sin, 

And  thy  salvation  shew ! 

Father  of  light !  thine  aid  impart 
To  guide  our  doubtful  way  ; 

Thy  truth  shall  scatter  every  cloud, 
And  make  a  glorious  day. 

Supported  by  thy  heavenly  grace, 

We'll  do  and  bear  thy  will ; 
That  grace  shall  make  each  burden  light. 

And  every  murmur  still. 


HYM^S.  So 

5  Cheer'd  by  thy  smiles,  we'll  fearless  tread 
The  gloomy  path  of  death  ; 
And  with  the  hopes  of  endless  bliss, 
To  thee  resign  our  breath. 


HYMN  XIX.     7s  M. 

Devotion. 

1  Lord,  before  thy  presence  come, 
Bow  we  down  with  holy  fear  ; 
Call  our  erring  footsteps  home, 
Let  us  feel  that  thou  art  near. 

2  Wand'ring  tho'ts  and  languid  pow'rs, 
Come  not  where  devotion  kneels  ;' 
Let  the  soul  expand  her  stores, 
Glowing  with  the  joy  she  feels. 

3  At  the  portals  of  thine  house, 
We  resign  our  earth-born  cares  ; 
Nobler  thoughts  our  souls  engross, 
Songs  of  praise  and  fervent  prayers. 

4  Hapless  men,  whose  footsteps  stray 
From  the  temples  of  the  Lord ! 
Teach  them  wisdom's  heav'nly  way  ; 
To  their  feet  thy  light  afford. 

5  Now  begin  the  glorious  song, 
Theme  of  wonder,  love  and  joy  ; 
Angels  !  the  glad  notes  prolong  ; 
Seraphs  !  'tis  your  blest  employ. 


U4  HYMNS. 

HYMN  XX.     O.  M. 

Sincere  worship  alone  acceptable. 

1  O  God !  thou  spirit,  just  and  wise, 

Who  sees't  our  inmost  mind 
In  vain  to  heav'n  we  raise  our  cries, 
And  leave  our  souls  behind. 

2  Nothing  but  truth  before  thy  throne 

With  honour  can  appear  ; 
The  formal  hypocrites  are  known 
Through  the  disguise  they  wear. 

3  Their  lifted  eye  salutes  the  skies, 

Their  bended  knees  the  ground  ; 
But  God  abhors  the  sacrifice, 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

4  Lord !  search  my  thoughts,   and   try  my 

ways, 
And  make  my  soul  sincere  ; 
Then  may  I  stand  before  thy  face, 
And  find  acceptance  there. 


HYMN  XXI.    C.  M. 

Obedience  belter  than  sacrifice. 

1  Wherewith  shall  I  approach  the  Lord, 
And  bow  before  his  throne  ? 
What  shall  sweet  peace  of  mind  afford  r 
What  for  my  faults  atone  ? 


HYMNS.  85 

2  Shall  altars  flame  and  victims  bleed, 

And  spicy  fumes  ascend  ? 
Will  these  my  earnest  wish  succeed, 
And  make  my  God  my  friend  ? 

3  Alas !  'twere  idle  mock'ry  all, 

Such  victims  bleed  in  vain ; 
No  fatlin^s  from  the  field  or  stall 
Such  favour  can  obtain. 

4  Well  dost  thou  know  what  must  delight. 

And  what  acceptance  win  ; 
Repentance  true,  and  heart  upright, 
And  life  estrang'd  from  sin. 

5  To  God  with  humble  rev'rence  bow, 

And  to  his  glory  live  ; 
To  men  their  sacred  rights  allow, 
And  proofs  of  kindness  give. 

6  Hands  that  are  clean,  and  hearts  sincere 

God  never  will  despise  ; 
And  cheerful  duty  he'll  prefer 
To  costly  sacrifice. 


HYMN  XXII.     Z.  M. 

The  vanity  of  forms  without  true  piety. 

1   Th'  uplifted  eye  and  bended  knee 
Are  but  vain  homage,  Lord  !  to  thee  : 
8 


86  HYMNS. 

In  vain  our  lips  thy  praise  prolong, 
The  heart  a  stranger  to  the  song. 

2  Can  rites,  and  forms,  and  flaming  zeal, 
The  breaches  of  thy  precepts  heal  ? 
Or  fasts  and  penance  reconcile 

Thy  justice,  and  obtain  thy  smile  ? 

3  The  pure,  the  humble,  contrite  mind, 
Sincere,  and  to  thy  will  resigned, 
To  thee  a  nobler  off'ring  yields, 
Than  fragrant  groves,  or  fertile  fields. 

4  Love  God  and  man — this  great  command 
Doth  on  eternal  pillars  stand  : 

This  did  thine  ancient  prophets  teach, 
This  did  the  great  Messiah  preach. 


HYMN  XXIII.     C.  31. 

The  inefficacy  of  hymns  without  devotion. 

1  Great  God !  what  rich  provision's  made, 

To  fit  our  souls  for  heav'n  ! 
How  various  are  the  means  prepar'd ! 
How  great  the  aid  that's  giv'n ! 

2  Thy  word  in  ev'ry  part  displays 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace  : 
But  in  the  gospel  brightest  shines 
Thy  care  for  all  our  race. 


HYMNS.  87 

3  Counsels,    reproofs,    and    psalms,    and 

hymns, 
With  solemn,  sacred  songs, 
To  thy  unbounded  love  we  owe  : 
To  thee — the  praise  belongs. 

4  But  what  are  tuneful,  sacred  songs, 

Or  what  our  measur'd  lays  ? 
Unless  thy  Spirit  warm  our  hearts, 
How  vain  our  hymns  of  praise  ! 

5  Then,  gracious  God !  we  humbly  ask 

Assistance  from  above  ; 
Our  passions  shall,  by  music  sooth'd, 
Be  all  attun'd  to  love  ! 


HYMN  XXIV.     C.  M. 

Want  of  religious  zeal  lamented. 

1  Long  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound 

Of  thy  salvation,  Lord  ! 
Yet  still  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word ! 

2  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place, 

And  hear  almost  in  vain  ; 
What  faint  impressions  of  thy  grace 
My  languid  powers  retain ! 

3  How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love ! 

How  negligent  my  fear  ! 


88  HYMNS. 

How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above  ! 
How  few  affections  there  ! 

4  Great  God  !  thy  gracious  aid  impart 

To  give  thy  word  success  ; 
Write  all  its  precepts  on  my  heart, 
And  deep  its  truths  impress. 

5  O  speed  my  progress  in  the  way 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
Where  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 
And  love  shall  never  die. 


HYMN  XXV.     L.  M. 

Prayer  for  divine  influence  in  worshipping  God. 

1  Almighty  God !  before  whose  throne 
The  secrets  of  all  hearts  are  known, 
Thou  who  approv'st  the  voice  sincere, 
And  hear'st  and  answer'st  all  our  prayer. 

2  Thou  who  the  homage  wilt  despise 
Of  lying  lips  and  wand'ring  eyes  ; 
And  spurn  the  sacrifice  that  brings 
To  heavenly  aims,  terrestrial  things  ; 

3  O  grant  us  in  this  awful  hour, 

To  feel  thy  love,  to  own  thy  power  ; 
And.  from  the  world's  allurements  free, 
Raise  each  exalted  thought  to  thee. 


HYMNS. 


89 


HYMN  XXVI.     L.M. 

The  divine  blessing  implored. 

1   Eternal  Source  of  life  and  thought ! 
Be  all  beneath  thyself  forgot, 
Whilst  thee,  great  Parent-mind,  we  own, 
In  prostrate  homage  round  thy  throne. 

3  O  may  we  live  before  thy  face, 
The  willing  subjects  of  thy  grace  ; 
And  through  each  path  of  duty  move 
With  filial  awe  and  filial  love ! 


HYMN  XXVII.     L.  M. 

Seeking  for  divine  assistance. 

1  My  God !  whene'er  my  longing  heart 
Its  grateful  tribute  would  impart, 

In  vain  my  tongue  with  feeble  aim 
Attempts  the  glories  of  thy  name. 

2  In  vain  my  boldest  thoughts  arise, 
I  sink  to  earth  and  lose  the  skies ; 
Yet  I  may  still  thy  grace  implore, 
And  low  in  dust  thy  name  adore. 

3  O  let  thy*  grace  my  heart  inspire, 
And  raise  each  languid,  weak  desire  ; 
Thy  grace,  which  condescends  to  meet 
The  sinner  prostrate  at  thy  feet ! 

8* 


90  HYMNS. 

4  With  humble  fear  let  love  unite, 
And  mix  devotion  with  delight ; 
Then  shall  thy  name  be  all  my  joy, 
Thy  praise  my  constant,  blest  employ. 

5  Thy  name  inspires  the  harps  above 
With  harmony  and  praise  and  love  ; 
That    grace   which   tunes   th'   immortal 

strings, 
Looks  kindly  down  on  mortal  things. 

6  O  let  thy  grace  guide  every  song, 
And  fill  my  heart  and  tune  my  tongue ! 
Then  shall  the  strains  harmonious  flow. 
And  heavenly  joy  begin  below. 


HYMN  XXVIII.     L.  M. 

Divine  light  and  guidance  implored. 

1  O  Source  of  uncreated  light ! 

By  whom  the  worlds  were  raised  from 

night; 
Come,  visit  every  pious  mind  ; 
Come,  pour  thy  joys  on  human  kind. 

2  Plenteous  in  grace,  descend  from  high. 
Rich  in  thy  matchless  energy ; 

From  sin  and  sorrow  set  us  free, 
And  make  us  temples  worthy  thee. 

3  Chase  from  our  path  each  noxious  foe. 
And  peace,  the  fruit  of  love  bestow ; 


HYMNS.  91 

And,  lest  our  feet  should  step  astray, 
Protect  and  guide  us  in  our  way. 


HYMN  XXIX.     C.  M. 

Prayer  for  spiritual  and  tternal  blessiyigs. 

1  Eternal  Source  of  life  and  light ! 

Supremely  good  and  wise  ; 
To  thee  we  pay  our  grateful  vows, 
To  thee,  lift  up  our  eyes. 

2  Our  dark  and  erring  minds  illume 

With  truth's  celestial  rays  ; 
Inspire  our  hearts  with  sacred  love, 
And  tune  our  lips  to  praise. 

3  Conduct  us  safely  by  thy  grace, 

Through  life's  perplexing  road, 
And  place  us,  when  our  journey  's  o'er, 
In  heaven, — thy  blest  abode. 


HYMN  XXX.     P.  M. 

For  the  close  of  public  worship. 

1   Lord  !  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
Hope  and  comfort  from  above  ; 
Let  us,  each  thy  peace  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

Still  support  us 
While  in  duty's  path  we  move. 


92  HYMNS. 

2  Thanks  we  give  and  adoration, 
For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  ; 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 


HYMN  XXXI.     L.  M. 

The  same  subject. 

1  What  pleasure,  Lord  !  thy  house  attends 
When  the  whole  heart  to  heaven  ascends ; 
One  clay  thus  spent  with  thee  on  earth, 
Exceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth. 

2  While  we  can  have  the  meanest  place 
Within  thy  house,  O  God  of  grace, 
We  would  not  absent  from  thee  live, 
For  all  a  tempting  world  can  give. 

3  Happy  the  saints  around  thy  throne, 
Who  know  thee  as  themselves  are  known; 
Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

4  Happy  the  souls  that  find  a  place 
In  earthly  temples  of  thy  grace  ; 
Here  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
Inquire  thy  will,  and  learn  to  praise. 

5  Happy  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Sion's  gate  ; 


HYMNS.  93 

God  is  their  strength  ;  and  thro'  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 

6  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  strength 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length, 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 
And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 


HYMN  XXXII.     C.  M. 

A  general  hymn  of  praise. 

1  O  God  !  we  praise  thee,  and  confess 

That  thou  the  only  Lord 
And  everlasting  Father  art, 
By  all  the  earth  ador'd. 

2  To  thee  all  angels  cry  aloud, 

To  thee  the  powers  on  high, 
Both  Cherubim  and  Seraphim, 
Continually  do  cry  : — 

3  O  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

Whom  heavenly  hosts  obey, 
The  world  is  with  the  glory  inTd 
Of  thy  majestic  sway. 

4  Th'  apostles'  glorious  company, 

And  prophets  crown'd  with  light, 
With  all  the  martyrs'  noble  host, 
Thy  constant  praise  recite. 


94  HYMNS. 

5  The  holy  Church  throughout  the  world, 
O  Lord  !  confesses  thee, 
That  thou  eternal  Father  art, 
Of  boundless  majesty. 


3?gmtf*. 


ON    VARIOUS    SUBJECTS. 


HYMN  XXXIII.     C.  M. 

God  may  be  worshipped  in  every  place. 

1  The  heaven  of  heavens  cannot  contain 

The  universal  Lord  ; 
Yet  he  in  humble  hearts  will  deign 
To  dwell  and  be  ador'd. 

2  Where'er  ascends  the  sacrifice 

Of  fervent  praise  and  prayer, 
Or  on  the  earth,  or  in  the  skies, 
The  God  of  heaven  is  there. 

3  His  presence  is  diffused  abroad 

Through  realms,  through  worlds  un 
known ; 
Who  seek  the  mercies  of  our  God 
Are  ever  near  his  throne. 


96 


HYMN  8. 


HYMN  XXXIV.     CM. 

Hymn  to  the  Deity, 

1  Let  one  loud  song  of  praise  arise 

To  God,   whose-  goodness  ceaseless 
flows ; 
Who  dwells  enthron'd  beyond  the  skies, 
And  life  and  breath  on  all  bestows. 

2  Let  all  of  good  this  bosom  fires, 

To  him,  sole  good,  give  praises  due ; 
Let  all  the  truth  himself  inspires 
Unite  to  sing  him  only  true. 

3  From  thee   deriv'd,  eternal  King, 

To  thee  our  noblest  powers  we  bring  ; 
Great  Source  of  intellect,  thine  ear 
Benign  receives  our  vows  sincere. 

4  In  ardent  adoration  join'd, 

Obedient  to  thy  holy  will, 
Let  all  our  faculties  combin'd, 

Thy  just  commands,  O  God,  fulfil. 

5  O  !  may  the  solemn,  breathing  sound 

Like  incense  rise  before  thy  throne, 
Where   thou,   whose    glory    knows    no 

bound, 
Great  Cause    of   all  things,  dwell'st 

alone. 


HYMNS.  97 

HYMN  XXXV.     C.  P.  M. 

«4n  invocation  (o  praise  the  Lord. 

1  Ye  works  of  God,  on  him  alone, 

In  earth  his  footstool,  heaven  his  throne, 

Be  all  your  praise  bestowed ; 
Whose  hand,  the  beauteous  fabric  made, 
Whose  eye,  the  finish'd  work  survey'd, 
And  saw  that  all  was  good. 

2  Ye  angels,  who  with  loud  acclaim, 
Admiring  view'd  the  new-born  frame, 

And  hail'd  th'  eternal  King  ; 
Again,  proclaim  your  Maker's  praise, 
Again,  your  thankful  voices  raise, 

And  sacred  anthems  sing. 

3  Ye  sons  of  men,  his  praise  display, 
Who  stamp'd  his  image  on  your  clay. 

And  gave  it  power  to  move  ; 
Where'er  ye  go,  where'er  ye  dwell, 
From  age  to  age  successive  tell, 

The  wonders  of  his  love. 

4  Ye  spirits  of  the  just  and  good, 
Who,  eager  for  the  bless'd  abodej 

To  heav'nly  mansions  soar  : 
O  let  your  songs  his  praise  display, 
Till  heav'n  itself  shall  melt  away, 

And  time  shall  be  no  more. 

5  Praise  him,  ye  meek  and  humble  train, 
Who  shall  those  heavenly  joys  obtain, 

9 


98  HYMNS. 

Prepar'd  for  souls  sincere  ; 
O  praise  him,  till  ye  take  your  way 
To  regions  of  eternal  day, 

And  reign  for  ever  there. 


HYMN  XXXVI.     L.  M. 

God  exalted  above  our  highest  praise. 

1  Eternal  power!  whose  high  abode 
Becomes  the  grandeur  of  a  God  ; 
Infinite  length,  beyond  the  bounds, 
Where  stars  revolve  their  little  rounds  ; 

2  The  lowest  step  beneath  thy  seat, 
Rises  too  high  for  Gabriel's  feet; 
The  awe-struck  angel  veils  his  sight, 
Nor  dares  to  tempt  the  wond'rous  height. 

3  Lord,  what  shall  earth  and  ashes  do  ? 
We  would  adore  our  Maker  too  : 
From  sin  and  dust  to  thee  we  cry, 
The  Great,  the  Holy,  and  the  High ! 

4  Earth  from  afar  hath  heard  thy  fame, 
And  worms  have  learn'd  to  lisp  thy  name ; 
But  O,  the  glories  of  thy  mind, 

Loave  all  our  soaring  thoughts  behind. 

5  God  is  in  heaven,  and  men  below  ; 

Be  short  our  tunes ;  our  words  be  few ; 
A  sacred  rev'rence  checks  our  songs, 
And  praise  sits  silent  on  our  tongues. 


HYMNS.  99 

HYMN  XXXVII.    L.  M. 

God  incomprehensible. 

1  Great  God  !  in  vain  man's  narrow  view 
Attempts  to  look  thy  nature  through  ; 
Our  lab'ring  powers  with  rev'rence  own 
Thv  glories  never  can  be  known. 

2  Not  the  high  seraph's  mighty  thought, 
Who  countless  years  his  God  has  sought, 
Such  wondrous  height  or  depth  can  find, 
Or  fully  trace  thy  boundless  mind. 

3  Yet,  Lord !  thy  kindness  deigns  to  show 
Enough  for  mortal  man  to  know ; 
While  wisdom,  goodness,  power  divine, 
Through  all  thy  works  and  conduct  shine. 

4  O  may  our  souls  with  rapture  trace 
Thy  works  of  nature  and  of  grace  ; 
Explore  thy  sacred  name,  and  still 
Press  on  to  know  and  do  thy  will. 


HYMN  XXXVIII.     L.  M. 

The  same  subject. 

Can  creatures  to  perfection  find 
Th'  eternal,  uncreated  mind  ? 
Or,  can  the  largest  stretch  of  thought 
Measure  and  search  his  nature  out  ? 


100  HYMNS. 

2  'Tis  high  as  heaven,  'tis  deep  as  hell ; 
And  what  can  mortals  know  or  tell  ? 
His  glory  spreads  beyond  the  sky, 
And  all  the  shining  worlds  on  high. 

3  He  frowns,  and  darkness  veils  the  moon  ; 
The  fainting  sun  grows  dim  at  noon  ; 
The  pillars  of  heaven's  starry  roof 
Tremble  and  start  at  his  reproof. 

4  These  are  a  portion  of  his  ways  ! 
But  who  shall  utter  all  his  praise  r 
Who  can  endure  his  light,  or  stand 
To  hear  the  thunders  of  his  hand  ? 


HYMN  XXXIX.     L.  31. 

Faith  in  the  invisible  God, 

Eternal  and  immortal  King  ! 

Thy  peerless  splendors  none  can  bear  ; 


But  darkness  veils  seraphic  eyes, 
When  God  with  all  his  glory  's  there. 

2  Yet  faith  can  pierce  the  awful  gloom, 
The  great  Invisible  can  see  ; 

And  with  its  tremblings  mingle  joy, 
In  fix'd  regards,  great  God  !  on  thee. 

3  Then  every  tempting  form  of  sin, 
Aw'd  by  thy  presence,  disappears  ; 
And  all  the  glowing,  raptur'd  soul 
The  likeness  it  contemplates  wears. 


HYMNS.  101 

This  one  petition  would  it  urge — 
To  bear  thee  ever  in  its  sight  ; 
In  life,  in  death,  in  worlds  unknown, 
Its  only  portion  and  delight  ! 


HYMN  XL.     L.  31. 

The  greatness  of  God. 

1  Ye  weak  inhabitants  of  clay, 
Ye  glittering  insects  of  a  day, 
Low  in  your  native  dust  bow  down 
Before  tlf  Eternal's  awful  throne. 

2  Let  Lebanon  its  cedars  bring, 

To  blaze  before  the  sov'reign  King ; 
And  all  the  beasts  that  on  it  feed, 
As  victims  at  his  altar  bleed  ; 

3  Loud  let  ten  thousand  trumpets  sound. 
And  call  remotest  nations  round ; 
Assembled  on  the  crowded  plains, 
Princes  and  people,  kings  and  swains. 

4  Johvd  with  the  living,  let  the  dead, 
Rising,  the  face  of  earth  o'erspread  ; 
And,  while  his  praise  unites  their  tongues, 
Let  angels  echo  back  the  songs. 

5  The  drop  that  from  the  bucket  falls, 
The  dust  that  hangs  upon  the  scales, 
Is  more  to  sky  and  earth  and  sea, 
Than  all  this  pomp,  great  God !  to  thee. 


102  HYMNS. 

HYMN  XLI.     C.  31. 

The  majesty  of  God. 

1  The  Lord  descended  from  above, 

And  bow'd  the  heavens  most  high. 
And  underneath  his  feet  he  cast 
The  darkness  of  the  sky. 

2  On  cherubim  and  seraphim 

Full  royally  he  rode  ; 
And  on  the  wings  of  mighty  winds 
Came  flying  all  abroad. 

3  He  sat  serene  upon  the  floods 

Their  fury  to  restrain  ; 
And  he,  as  sov'reign  Lord  and  King. 
For  evermore  shall  reign. 


HYMN  XLII.     CM. 

The  eternity  and  immensity  of  God. 

[  Thy  names,  how  infinite  they  be  ! 
Great  Everlasting  One ! 
Boundless  thy  might  and  majesty, 
And  unconfin'd  thy  throne. 


Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 
E'er  seas  or  stars  were  made  ; 

Thou  art  the  everliving  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 


HYMNS.  103 

3  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  to  thy  view, 
To  thee  there's  nothing  old  appears, 
Great  God,  there's  nothing  new. 

4  Our  lives  thro'  various  scenes  are  drawn, 

And  vex'd  with  trifling  cares, 
While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thine  undisturb'd  affairs. 

5  In  vain  our  haughty  reason  swells, 

For  nothing's  found  in  thee, 
But  boundless  inconceivables, 
And  vast  eternity. 


HYMN  XL11I.     L.  M. 

Glory  to  the  eternal  and  unchangeable  God. 

1  Glory  to  God  !  who  dwells  on  high, 
His  reign  is  from  eternity  ; 

At  his  command  the  worlds  began 
To  be,  and  thought  awoke  in  man. 

2  Ancient  and  changeless  is  his  throne  ; 
He  speaks,  and  lo  !  his  will  is  done  ; 
Each  element  his  voice  obeys, 

And  space  and  time  declare  his  praise. 

3  He  wings  the  winds  ;  he  quells  the  storm ; 
He  guards  the  insect,  feeds  the  worm  ; 
The  planets  in  their  course  he  rolls, 
And  fills  their  orbs  with  living  souls. 


104  HYMNS. 

4  He  loves  our  race,  and  freely  gave 
His  Son,  the  sons  of  men  to  save  ; 
Angels  and  mortals !  God  adore, 
And  praise  him  now  and  evermore. 


HYMN  XLIV.     C.  M. 

The  unchangeable  God. 

Thou  did'stj  O  mighty  God !  exist, 
Ere  time  began  its  race  ; 

Before  the  ample  elements 
Fill'd  up  the  voids  of  space. 


o 


Before  the  pond'rous,  earthly  globe 

In  fluid  air  was  stay'd — 
Before  the  ocean's  mighty  springs 

Their  liquid  stores  display'd. 

3  Ere  through  the  gloom  of  ancient  night, 

The  streaks  of  light  appeared, 
Before  the  high  celestial  arch, 
Or  starry  poles,  were  rear'd  ; 

4  Ere  through  the  bright  celestial  courts 

One  hallelujah  rung ; 
Or  ere  the  joyful  sons  of  light 
Harmonious  anthems  sung  ; 

5  Ere  men  ador'd  or  angels  knew, 

Or  prais'd  thy  wond'rous  name  : 
Thy  bliss  (O  sacred  spring  of  light !) 
And  glory  were  the  same. 


HYMNS.  105 

And  when  the  pillars  of  the  world 

With  sudden  ruin  break, 
And  all  this  vast  and  goodly  frame 

Sinks  in  the  mighty  wreck ; 

Amidst  the  universal  shock, 
Thy  throne  shall  stand  secure  ; 

The  glories  which  compose  thy  name 
Through  endless  years  endure. 


HYMN  XLV.     i.  31. 

Creation. 

1  Who  gave  the  sun  his  noon-day  light  ? 
Who  taught  the  moon  to  shine  by  night  ? 
Whose  hands  the  sheet  of  heaven  un- 

roll'd, 
All  set  with  stars,  like  drops  of  gold  ? 

2  Who  gave  the  winds  their  course  to  know? 
The  ocean  tides  to  ebb  and  flow  ? 

And  day  and  night  preserve  their  bounds, 
And    changing      seasons     know     their 
rounds  ? 

3  Could  man  conceive  the  vast  design  ? 
Could  he  the  grand  machine  combine  ? 
Stretch  his  weak  hands  from  pole  to  pole, 
And  bid  them  on  their  centre  roll  ? 


106  HYMNS. 

4  Could  man  with  all  his  skill  compose 
The  humblest  blade  of  grass  that  grows  ? 
Or  at  his  will  ordain  to  be 

The  smallest  insect  that  we  see  ? 

5  'Twas  God  who  gave  creation  birth, 
Who  form'd  this  wond'rous  globe  of  earth, 
And    breath'd    throughout    the   mighty 

whole 
The  likeness  of  a  living  soul. 

6  Bow  then  to  God  !  O  all  that  live  ! 
To  God  eternal  praises  give, 
Who  fashion'd  by  his  mighty  hand 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  and  sea  and  land. 


HYMN  XLVI.     C.  M. 

God  the  Creator, — all  nature  tributary. 

1  Great  first  of  beings  !  mighty  Lord 

Of  all  this  mighty  frame  ! 
ProducVl  by  thy  creating  word, 
The  world  from  nothing  came. 

2  Thy  voice  sent  forth  the  high  command, 

'Twas  instantly  obey'd  ; 
And  for  thy  pleasure  all  things  stand,  . 
Which  by  thy  power  were  made. 

3  Thy  glories  shine  throughout  the  whole. 

Each  part  reflects  thy  light ; 


HYMNS.  107 

For  thee  in  course  the  planets  roll, 
And  day  succeeds  to  night. 

4  For  thee  the  earth  its  produce  yields, 

For  thee  the  waters  flow  ; 
And  plants  and  trees  adorn  the  fields, 
And  all  thy  goodness  show. 

5  May  we,  too,  Lord,  with  zeal  pursue 

This  wise  and  noble  end  ; 
That  all  we  think  and  all  we  do 
May  to  thine  honour  tend. 


HYMN  XLVII.     L.  M. 

Praise  to  the  Creator. 

1  Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy  ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  ; 
And    when    like    wand'ring    sheep    we 

stray'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 
Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  ; 
What  lasting  honours  shall  we  rear. 
Almighty  Maker!  to  thy  name  ? 


108  HYMNS. 

4  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 
Vast  as  eternity  thy  love  ! 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  shall  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

5  We'll    crowd    thy  gates    with    thankful 

songs, 
High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise  ; 
And  earth  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

HYMN  XLV1I1.     L.  M. 

To  the  invisible  Author  of  nature. 

1  Thy  hand  unseen  sustains  the  poles, 
On  which  this  vast  creation  rolls  ; 
The  starry  arch  proclaims  thy  power, 
Thy  pencil  glows  in  every  flower ; 

2  In  thousand  shapes  and  colours  rise 
Thy  painted  wonders  to  our  eyes  ; 
While    beasts  and    birds   with    lab'ring 

throats, 
Teach  us  a  God  in  thousand  notes. 

3  The  meanest  part  in  nature's  frame, 
Marks  out  some  letter  of  thy  name. 
Where  sense  can  reach,  or  fancy  rove, 
From  hill  to  hill,  from  field  to  grove ; 

4  Across  the  waves,  around  the  sky, 
There's  not  a  spot,  or  low  or  high, 
Where  the  Creator  has  not  trod, 
And  left  the  footsteps  of  a  God. 


HYMNS.  109 

HYMN  XLIX.     L.  M. 

Tfu  voice  of  Nature  proclaiming  God. 

1  There  is  a  God,  all  nature  speaks, 
Through  earth  and  air  and  seas  and  skies. 
See,  from  the  clouds  his  glory  breaks, 
When  the  first  beams  of  morning  rise. 

2  The  rising  sun,  serenely  bright, 

O'er  the  wide  world's  extended  frame, 
Inscribes  in  characters  of  light 
His  mighty  Maker's  glorious  name. 

3  Diffusing  life,  his  influence  spreads, 
And  health  and  plenty  smile  around  , 
And  fruitful  fields,  and  verdant  meads, 
Are  with  a  thousand  blessings  crown'd. 

4  Almighty  goodness,  power  divine, 
The  fields  and  verdant  meads  display  ; 
And  bless  the  hand,  which  made  them 

shine 
With  various  charms  profusely  gay. 

5  For  man  and  beast,  here  daily  food 
In  wide  diffusive  plenty  grows  ; 

And  there  for  drink,   the  crystal  flood 
In  streams  sweet  winding  gently  flows. 

6  By  cooling  streams  and  soft'ning  showers, 
The  vegetable  race  are  fed  ; 

And    trees  ^nd   plants   and    herbs    and 

flowers, 
Their  Maker's  bounty  smiling  spread. 
10 


110  HYMNS. 

HYMN  L.     L.  3L 

Praise  to  the  Lord  of  nature. 

1  O  thou,  through  all  thy  works  ador'd  ! 
Great  power  supreme !  Almighty  Lord ! 
Author  of  life,  whose  sov'reign  sway 
Creatures  of  every  tribe  obey ! 

2  To  thee,  Most  High  !  to  thee  belong 
The  suppliant  prayer,  the  joyful  song ; 
To  thee  will  we  attune  our  voice, 
And  in  thy  wondrous  works  rejoice. 

3  Planets,  those  wand'ring  worlds  above, 
Guided  by  thee,  incessant  move  ; 
Suns,  kindled  by  a  ray  divine. 

In  honour  of  their  Maker  shine. 

4  From  thee  proceed  heaven's  varied  store, 
The  changing  wind,  the  fruitful  shower, 
The  flying  cloud,  the  colour'd  bow, 
The  moulded  hail,  the  feather'd  snow. 

5  Tempests  obey  thy  mighty  will ; 
Thine  awful  mandate  to  fulfil, 
The  forked  lightnings  dart  around, 
And  rive  the  oak,  and  blast  the  ground. 

6  The  varying  seasons  all  are  thine, 
All  govern'd  by  thy  hand  divine  ; 
Supporting,  through  thy  constant  care, 
The  tribes  of  earth,  and  sea,  and  air. 


HYMNS.  Ill 

To  thee,  of  life  th'  eternal  spring, 
Invisible,  all-powerful  King, 
One  chorus  let  all  creatures  raise. 
One  hymn  of  universal  praise. 


HYMN  LI.     P.  M 

God  the  life  and  light  of  the  world. 

Thou  art,  O  God !  the  life  and  light 
Of  all  this  wondrous  world  we  see  ; 
Its  glow  by  day,  its  smile  by  night, 
Are  but  reflections  caught  from  thee. 
Where'er  we  turn  thy  glories  shine, 
And  all  things  fair  and  bright  are  thine. 

When  youthful  spring  around  us  breathes, 
Thy  spirit  warms  her  fragrant  sigh  ; 
And  every  flower  that  summer  wreathes. 
Is  born  beneath  that  kindling  eye  ; 
Where'er  we  turn  thy  glories  shine, 
And  all  things  fair  and  bright  are  thine  ! 


HYMN  LII.     L.  M. 

The  voice    of  God  in  his  Works. 

1   The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 
A*id  spangled  heavens  a  shining  frame. 
Their  great  original  proclaim. 


112 


HYMNS. 


Th'   unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator's  power  display ! 
And  publishes  to  every  land, 
The  work  of  an  almighty  hand. 

2  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  list'ning  earth, 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth  ; 

While  all  the  stars  which  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 
And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  What  though,  in  solemn  silence,  all 
Move  round  this  dark  terrestrial  ball ; 
What  though  nor  real  voice  nor  sound. 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  ; 

In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice ; 
For  ever  singing  as  they  shine — 
"The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 


HYMN  Lin.     C.  M. 

Creation  praising  God. 

Eternal  wisdom,  thee  we  praise, 
Thee  the  creation  sings  ; 
With  thy  loud  name,  rocks,  hills,  and  seas. 
And  heaven's  high  palace  rings. 


HYMNS. 


113 


2  Thy  hand,  how  wide  it  spread  the  sky, 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Ting'd  with  a  blue  of  heav'nly  dye, 
And  starr'd  with  sparkling  gold. 

3  There  thou  hast  bid  the  globes  of  light 

Their  endless  circles  run  ! 
There  the  pale  planet  rules  the  night, 
And  day  obeys  the  sun. 

4  The  noisy  winds  stand  ready  there; 

Thy  orders  to  obey, 
With  sounding  wings  they  sweep  the  air, 
To  make  thy  chariot  way. 

5  Winds,  ye  shall  bear  his  name  aloud, 

Through  the  ethereal  blue  ; 
For,  when  his  chariot  is  a  cloud, 
He  makes  his  wheels  of  you. 

6  There,  thy  dread  trumpet  loud  and  strong, 

In  thunder  shakes  our  coast ; 
While  the  red  lightnings  wave  along, 
The  banners  of  thine  host. 

7  Thunder  and  hail,  and  fires  and  storms, 

The  troops  of  thy  command, 
Appear  in  all  their  dreadful  forms, 
And  speak  thy  awful  hand. 

8  Shout  to  the  Lord,  ye  surging  seas, 

In  your  eternal  roar  ; 
Let  wave  to  wave  resound  his  praise. 
And  shore  reply  to  shore, 

10* 


114  HYMNS. 

9  But  gentler  things  shall  tune  his  name, 

To  softer  notes  than  these, 
The  breezes  breathing  o'er  the  stream, 
Or  whisp'ring  through  the  trees. 

10  Wave  your  tall  heads,  ye  lofty  pines, 

To  him  who  bade  you  grow, 
Sweet  clusters  bend  the  fruitful  vines, 
On  ev'ry  thankful  bough. 

11  Let  the  shrill  birds  his  honour  raise, 

And  climb  the  morning  sky  ; 
While  grov'ling  beasts  attempt  his  praise 
In  hoarser  harmony. 

12  Thus  while  the  meaner  creatures  sing, 

Ye  mortals  take  the  sound, 
Echo  the  glories  of  your  king, 
Through  all  the  nations  round. 


HYMN  LIV.     Six  Line  C.  M. 

All  Nature  proclaiming  the  glory  of  God. 

We  sing  of  God,  the  mighty  source 
Of  all  things,  the  stupendous  force 

On  which  all  things  depend  ; 
From  whose  right   arm,  beneath  whose 

eyes, 
All  period,  power,  and  enterprise, 

Commence,  and  reign,  and  end. 


HYMNS.  115 

2  The    world,  the    clustering    spheres   he 

made, 
The  glorious  light,  the  soothing  shade  ; 

Dale,  plain,  and  grove  and  hill  ; 
Tl-e  multitudinous  abyss, 
Where  nature  joys  in  secret  bliss, 

And  wisdom  hides  her  skill. 

3  Tell  them,  I  am,  Jehovah  said 

To  Moses,  while  earth  heard  in  dread, 

And  smitten  to  the  heart, 
At  once  above,  beneath,  around, 
All  nature,  without  voice  or  sound, 

Replied,  O  Lord,  Thou  art! 


HYMN  LV.     L.  3L 

Praise  from  the  works  of  God. 

1  Great  Cause  of  all  things  !  Source  of  life ! 
Sov'reign  of  air,  and  earth,  and  sea ! 
All  nature  feels  thy  power,  and  all 

A  silent  homage  pay  to  thee. 

2  Wak'd  by  thy  hand,  the  morning  sun 
Pours  forth  to  thee  its  earlier  rays, 
And  spreads  thy  glories  as  it  climbs, 
While  raptur'd  worlds  lookup  and  praise. 

3  The  moon  to  the  deep  shades  of  night 
Speaks  the  mild  lustre  of  thy  name  ; 


116  HYMNS. 

While  all  the  stars  that  cheer  the  scene, 
Thee,  the  great  Lord  of  light,  proclaim. 

4  And  groves,  and  vales,  and  rocks  and 

hills, 
And  every  flower,  and  every  tree  ; 
Ten  thousand  creatures,  warm  with  life, 
Have  each  a  grateful  song  for  thee. 

5  But  man  was  formed  to  rise  to  heaven  ; 
And  blessed  with  reason's  clearer  light, 
He  views  his  Maker  through  his  works, 
And  glows  with  rapture  at  the  sight. 

6  Nor  can  the  thousand  songs  that  rise, 
Whether  from  air,  or  earth,  or  sea, 
So  well  repeat  Jehovah's  praise, 

Or  raise  such  sacred  harmony. 


HYMN  LVI.     C  M. 

Go<Ps  power  seen  in  the  elements. 

1  The  Lord  our  God  is  full  of  might, 
The  winds  obey  his  will ; 

He  speaks,  and  in  his  heavenly  height 
The  rolling  sun  stands  still. 

2  Rebel,  ye  waves  ;  and  o'er  the  land 
With  threat'ning  aspect  roar ; 
The  Lord  uplifts  his  awful  hand 
And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 


HYMNS.  117 

3  Howl,  winds  of  night !  your  force  combine; 

Without  his  high  behest, 
Ye  shall  not  in  the  mountain  pine 
Disturb  the  sparrow's  nest. 

4  His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar, 

In  distant  peals  it  dies  ! 
He  yokes  the  whirlwinds  to  his  car, 
And  sweeps  the  howling  skies. 

5  Ye  nations  !  bend,  in  reverence  bend  ; 

Ye  monarchs  !  wait  his  nod, 
And  bid  the  choral  song  ascend 
To  celebrate  the  God ! 


HYMN  LVII.     Six  Line  C.  M. 

The  power  and  goodness  of  God, 

1  O  come  and  sing  your  Maker's  name  \ 
With  cheerful  thanks  his  praise  proclaim, 

For  ye  are  all  his  own  ! 
All,  from  the  angel  to  the  worm ; 
The  vernal  breeze,  the  raffinff  storm, 

Confess  him  Lord  alone. 

2  He  gives  the  world  yon  orb  of  light, 
He  bids  the  moon  shine  mildly  bright, 

He  wields  the  balane'd  earth  ; 
He  makes  the  seasons  duly  yield, 
His  dews  refresh  the  grassy  field, 
And  gi ve  its  treasures  birth. 


118  HYMrSS. 

3  'Tis  God,  who  swells  the  tender  seeds, 
And  man  with  strengthening  bread  pro- 
vides, 

And  heart-rejoicing  wine  ; 
He  holds  the  lightning  in  his  hand, 
The  host  of  heaven,  the  sea,  the  land. 

Confess  his  power  divine. 

4  His  rainbow  still  proclaims  on  high, 
•  That  mercy,  to  repentance  nigh, 

Which  never  shall  abate  ; 
The  morning  on  the  midnight  calls, 
The  day  exclaims,  'till  evening  falls, 

That  God  is  good  and  great. — 

5  Great,  when  the  thunder  rolls  along  ; 
Great,  in  the  streams  of  ocean  strong. 

The  light,  the  fountains  sweet. 
Great  God  !  if  thus  thy  praises  be, 
Make  this  devoted  heart  for  thee 

A  sanctuary  meet. 


HYMN  LVIII.     C.  M. 

Grateful  praise. 

1  To  your  creator  God, 
Your  great  Preserver,  raise, 
Ye  creatures  of  his  hand, 
Your  highest  notes  of  praise. 

Let  ev'ry  voice  Proclaim  his  power. 

His  name  adore.  And  loud  rejoice. 


HYMNS.  119 

Z  Thou  source  of  light  and  heat, 
Bright  sovereign  of  the  day, 
Dispensing  blessings  round, 
With  all-diffusive  ray ; 

From  morn  to  night,  With  ev'ry  beam, 
Record  his  name,      WTho  made  thee  bright. 

3  Fair  regent  of  the  night, 
With  all  thy  starry  train, 
Which  rise  in  silent  hosts, 
To  gild  the  azure  plain  ; 

With  countless  rays         Declare  his  name, 
Prolong  the  theme,  Reflect  his  praise. 

4  Let  all  the  creatures  join, 
To  celebrate  his  name, 
And  all  their  various  powers 
Assist  th'  exalted  theme. 

Let  nature  raise  From  ev'ry  tongue 

A  general  song  Of  grateful  praise. 

5  But  O  !  from  human  tongues 
Should  nobler  praises  flow  ; 
And  ev'ry  thankful  heart 
With  warm  devotion  glow. 

Your  voices  raise,  Ye  highly  blest ; 

Above  the  rest,  Declare  his  praise. 


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HYMN  LIX.     L.  31. 

The  glory  of  God. 

1  Ye  sons  of  men,  in  sacred  lays, 
Attempt  the  great  Creator's  praise  ; 
But.  O !  what  tongue  can  speak  his  fame ! 
What  mortal  verse  can  reach  the  theme  ! 

2  Enthron'd  amidst  the  radiant  spheres, 
He  glory  like  a  garment  wears ; 

His  boundless  wisdom,  power,  and  grace, 
Command  our  awe,  transcend  our  praise. 

3  To  God  all  nature  owes  its  birth, 

He  form'd  this  jpond'rous  globe  of  earth  ; 
He  raised  the  glorious  arch  on  high, 
And  measur'd  out  the  azure  sky. 

4  In  all  our  Maker's  grand  designs, 
Omnipotence  with  wisdom  shines  ; 

His  works,  thro'  all  this  wondrous  frame. 

Bear  the  great  impress  of  his  name. 

5  Rais'd  on  devotion's  lofty  wing, 
Let  us  his  high  perfections  sing  ; 

O  let  his  praise  employ  our  tongue, 
Whilst  list'ning  worlds  applaud  the  song  ! 


HYxMN  LX.     P.  M. 

God  seen  m  all. 

I   My  God!  all  nature  owns  thy  sway  ; 
Thou  giv'st  the  night,  and  thou  the  day  ; 


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When  all  thy  loVd  creation  wakes, 
When  morning,  rich  in  lustre  breaks, 
And  bathes  in  dew  the  op'ning  flower, 
To  thee  we  owe  her  fragrant  hour ; 
And  when  she  pours  her  choral  song, 
Her  melodies  to  thee  belong. 

Or  when,  in  paler  tints  array'd, 
The  ev'ning  slowly  spreads  her  shade ; 
That  soothing  shade,  that  grateful  gloom, 
Can  more  than  day's  enliv'ning  bloom, 
Still  ev'ry  fond  and  vain  desire, 
And  calmer,  purer  thoughts  inspire  ; 
From  earth  the  pensive  spirit  free, 
And  lead  the  soften'd  heart  to  thee. 

In  every  scene  thy  hands  have  dress'd, 
In  every  form  by  thee  impress'd, 
Upon  the  mountain's  awful  head, 
Or  where  the  shelt'ring  woods  are  spread ; 
In  every  note  that  swells  the  gale, 
Or  tuneful  stream  that  cheers  the  vale, 
The  cavern's  depth,  or  echoing  grove, 
A  voice  is  heard  of  praise  and  love. 

As  o'er  thy  work  the  seasons  roll, 
And  sooth,  with  change  of  bliss,  the  soul, 
O  never  may  their  smiling  train 
Pass  o'er  the  human  sense  in  vain  ! 
But  oft,  as  on  their  charms  we  gaze; 
Attune  the  wand'ring  soul  to  praise  : 


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HYMNS. 


And  be  the  joys  that  most  we  prize. 
The  joys  that  from  thy  favour  rise  ! 


HYMN  LXI.     C.  31. 

Man  to  join  the  inanimate  creation  in  praising  God. 

1  Lord  of  the  world's  majestic  frame  ! 

Stupendous  are  thy  ways ; 
Thy  various  works  declare  thy  name, 
And  all  resound  thy  praise. 

2  The  heavens  thy  matchless  skill  display, 

With  all  the  stars  of  light ; 
The  splendid  sun  that  rules  the  day, 
The  silver  moon  by  night. 

3  And  while  those  radiant  orbs  of  light, 

That  shine  from  pole  to  pole, 
In  silent  harmony  unite 

To  praise  thee  as  they  roll ; 

4  O  shall  not  we  of  human  race 

The  glorious  concert  join  ? 
Shall  not  the  children  of  thy  grace 
Attempt  the  theme  divine  ? 

5  Not  all  the  feeble  notes  of  time 

Can  show  forth  God's  high  praise  ; 
Nor  all  the  noblest  strains  sublime 
That  earth  or  heaven  can  raise. 


HYMNS.  12S 

Yet  this  shall  be  our  best  employ, 
Through  life's  uncertain  days  ; 

And  in  the  realms  of  boundless  joy, 
Eternal  be  thy  praise. 


HYMN  LXII.     P.  M. 

Praise  to  God  for  his  greatness  and  mercy. 

1  Glory  be  to  God  on  high  ! 
God,  whose  glory  fills  the  sky ; 
Peace  on  earth  to  man  forgiven, 
Man,  the  well-belov'd  of  heaven  ; 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high  ! 
God,  whose  glory  fills  the  sky. 

2  Favour'd  mortals,  raise  the  song  ; 
Endless  thanks  to  God  belong ! 
Hearts  o'erflowing  with  his  praise, 
Join  the  hymns  your  voices  raise. 

3  Call  the  tribes  of  beings  round, 
From  creation's  utmost  bound ! 
Where  the  Godhead  shines  confess'd, 
There  be  solemn  praise  address'd. 

f\  Mark  the  wonders  of  his  hand  ; 
Power,  no  empire  can  withstand  ; 
Wisdom,  angels'  glorious  theme  ; 
Goodness,  one  eternal  stream. 


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HYMNS. 


Awful  Being  !  from  thy  throne 
Send  thy  promis'd  blessings  down  : 
Let  thy  light,  thy  truth,  thy  peace. 
Bid  our  raging  passions  cease. 
Glory  be,  &c. 


^   HYMN  LXIII.     C.  M. 

The  God  of  nature  invoked. 

1  Hail,  great  Creator,  wise  and  good  ! 

To  thee  our  songs  we  raise  ; 
Nature,  through  all  her  various  scenes. 
Invites  us  to  thy  praise. 

2  At  morning,  noon,  and  evening  mild, 

Fresh  wonders  strike  our  view ; 
And  while  we  gaze,  our  hearts  exult. 
With  transports  ever  new. 

3  Thy  glory  beams  in  every  star 

Which  gilds  the  gloom  of  night ; 
And  decks  the  smiling  face  of  morn 
With  rays  of  cheerful  light. 

4  The  lofty  hill,  the  humble  vale, 

With  countless  beauties  shine  : 
The  silent  grove,  the  awful  shade, 
Proclaim  thy  power  divine. 

5  Great  nature's  God  !  still  may  these  scenes 

Our  serious  hours  engage  ; 


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Still  may  our  grateful  hearts  consult 
Thy  works'  instructive  page. 

6  And  while,  in  all  thy  wondrous  works. 
Thy  varied  love  we  see ; 
Still  may  the  contemplation  lead 
Our  hearts,  O  God!    to  thee. 


HYMN  LXIV.     8.  M. 

Praise. 

1  Almighty  Maker,  God  ! 
How  wondrous  is  thy  name ! 

Thy  glories  how  diffus'd  abroad 
Through  the  creation's  frame ! 

2  Nature  in  every  dress 
Her  humble  homage  pays, 

And  finds  a  thousand  ways  t'  express 
Thine  undissembled  praise. 

3  In  native  white  and  red 
The  rose  and  lily  stand, 

And,  free  from  pride,  their  beauties  spread, 
To  show  thy  skilful  hand. 

4  The  lark  mounts  up  the  sky, 
With  unambitious  song, 

And  bears  her  Maker's  praise  on  high 
Upon  her  artless  tongue. 
11* 


126  HYMNS. 

5  My  soul  would  rise  and  sing 
To  her  Creator  too  ; 

Fain  would  my  tongue  adore  my  King, 
And  pay  the  worship  due. 

6  But  pride,  that  busy  sin, 
Spoils  all  that  I  perform ; 

Curs'd  pride,  that  creeps  securely  in, 
And  swells  a  haughty  worm. 

7  Thy  glories  I  abate, 

Or  praise  thee  with  design ; 
Some  of  thy  favours  I  forget, 
Or  think  the  merit  mine. 

8  The  very  songs  1  frame 
Are  faithless  to  thy  cause, 

And  steal  the  honours  of  thy  name 
To  build  their  own  applause. 

9  Create  my  soul  anew, 
Else  all  my  worship's  vain  ; 

This  wretched  heart  will  ne'er  be  true. 
Until  'tis  form'd  again. 


HYMN  LXV.     P.  M. 

Thanksgiving  and  praise. 

My  soul,  praise  the  Lord  ! 
Speak  good  of  his  name  ; 
His  mercies  record, 
His  bounties  proclaim  ; 


HYMNS.  127 

To  God,  their  Creator, 
Let  all  creatures  raise 
The  song  of  thanksgiving, 
The  chorus  of  praise  ! 

Though  hid  from  man's  sight 
God  sits  on  his  throne, 
Yet  here,  by  his  works, 
Their  Author  is  known  ; 
The  world  shines  a  mirror 
Its  Maker  to  show, 
And  heaven  views  its  image 
Reflected  below. 

Those  agents  of  power, 
Fire,  water,  earth,  sky, 
Attest  the  dread  might 
Of  God  the  Most  High 
Who  rides  on  the  whirlwind 
While  clouds  veil  his  form  ; 
Who  smiles  in  the  sunbeam, 
Or  frowns  in  the  storm. 

By  knowledge  supreme, 
By  wisdom  divine, 
God  governs  this  earth 
With  gracious  design  ; 
O'er  beast,  bird,  and  insect, 
His  providence  reigns, 
Whose  will  first  created, 
Whose  love  still  sustains. 


128  HYMNS. 


And  man,  his  last  work, 
With  reason  eridird, 
Who,  falling  through  sin, 
By  grace  is  renew'd  ; 
To  God,  his  Creator, 
Let  man  ever  raise 
The  song  of  thanksgiving, 
The  chorus  of  praise  ! 


HYMN  LXVI.     10  &  UsM. 

The  unrivalled  poiver  and  dominion  of  God. 

1  Jehovah  reigns  !  let  every  nation  hear, 
And  at  his  footstool  bow  with  holy  fear ; 
Jehovah  reigns  !  unbounded  and  alone, 
And  all  creation  hangs  upon  his  throne  ; 

He  reigns  alone  ;  let  no  inferior  nature 
Attempt  to  share  the  throne  of  the  Creator. 

2  This  earthly  globe,  the  creature  of  a  day, 
Though  built  by  God's  right  hand,  must 

pass  away ; 

And  long  oblivion  creep  o'er  mortal  things 

The  fate  of  empires,  and  the  pride  of 

kings  ; 

Eternal  night  shall  veil  their  proudest  story, 

And  drop  the  curtain  o'er  all  human  glory. 

3  But  fix'd,   O  God !  for  ever  stands  thy 

throne ; 
Jehovah  reigns,  a  universe  alone  ; 


HYMNS.  129 

Th'  eternal  fire  that  feeds  each  vital  flame, 
Collected,  or  diffus'd,  is  still  the  same  ; 
He  dwells  within  his  own  unfathom'd  es- 
sence, 
And   fills    all    space   with   his  unbounded 
presence. 

5  But  O  !  our  highest  notes  the  theme  de- 
base, 
And  silence  is  our  least  injurious  praise  ; 
Cease,  cease  your  songs :  the  daring  flight 

control ; 
Revere  him  in  the  stillness  of  the  soul ; 
With  silent  duty  meekly  bend  before  him, 
And  deep,  within  your  inmost  hearts  adore 
him. 

HYMN  LXVII.     C.  M. 

Go<P$  dominion  and  decrees. 

1  Keep  silence  all  created  things, 

And  wait  your  Maker's  nod  ! 
My  soul  stands  trembling  while  she  sings 
The  honours  of  her  God  ! 

2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown. 

Hang  on  his  firm  decree  ; 
He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 
Nor  borrows  leave  to  be. 

3  Unnumber'd  ages  ere  the  skies 

Were  into  motion  brought. 


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HYMNS 


Whatever  through  endless  years  shall  rise, 
Stood  present  to  his  thought. 

4  His  mighty  voice  bids  ancient  night 

Her  endless  realms  resign  ; 
And  lo !  ten  thousand  globes  of  light 
In  fields  of  azure  shine. 

5  His  wisdom  with  resistless  sway 

Guides  the  vast  moving  frame  ; 
While  all  the  ranks  of  beings  pay 
Deep  rev'rence  to  his  name. 


HYMN  LXVIIL     C.  M. 

God">s  covereign  dominion. 

1  Almighty  God  !  thy  pow'rful  word 

From  nothing  all  things  brought ; 
Earth,  seas,  and  skies,  by  thee  their  Lord. 
With  matchless  skill  were  wrought. 

2  By  thee  preserved,  the  whole  remains 

A  proof  of  power  divine  ; 
And  all  which  this  great  whole  contains. 
By  sovereign  right  is  thine. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  thy  views  fulfil ; 

Through  thee  each  planet  rolls ; 
Earth,  seas,  and  skies,  obey  thy  will ; 
Thy  power  the  world  controls. 


HYMNS.  131 

4  Thou  over  all  art  Lord  supreme  ; 

All  else  from  thee  derive; 
No  being  can  dispute  thy  claim, 
Nor  independent  live. 

5  To  thee,  and  thee  alone,  we  bow, 

To  thee  alone  would  live; 
All  that  we  have  to  thee  we  owe, 
Ourselves  to  thee  we  give. 

j6  Accept  what  now,  with  faith  and  love, 
We  to  thy  will  resign  ; 
And  let  thy  grace  preserve,  improve, 
And  perfect,  what  is  thine. 


HYMN  LXIX.     CM. 

Wisdom,  poicer,  and  goodness  of  God  displayed  in  creation  and 
providence. 

1  We  sing  th'  almighty  pow'r  of  God, 

That  made  the  mountains  rise, 
That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

2  We  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordain'd 

The  sun  to  rule  the  day  ! 
The  moon  shines  full  at  his  command, 
And  all  the  stars  obey. 

3  We  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 

That  fill'd  the  earth  with  food, 


132  HYMNS. 

He  form'd  the  creatures  with  his  word, 
And  then  pronounc'd  them  good. 

4  Lord,  how  thy  wonders  are  displayed, 

Where'er  we  turn  our  eyes, 
If  we  survey  the  ground  we  tread, 
Or  gaze  upon  the  skies. 

5  There's  not  a  plant  or  flow'r  below, 

But  makes  thy  glories  known  ; 
And  clouds  arise,  and  tempests  blow 
By  orders  from  thy  throne. 

6  Creatures  (as  num'rous  as  they  be) 

Are  subject  to  thy  care  ; 
There's  not  a  place  where  we  can  flee. 
But  God  is  present  there. 


HYMN  LXX.     C.  3L 

Omnipresence  and  providence  of  God. 

1  Great  God,  how  vast  is  thine  abode  I 

Mysterious  are  thy  ways! 
Unseen,  thy  footsteps  in  the  air, 
And  trackless  in  the  seas. 

2  Yes,  the  whole  peopled  world  bespeaks 

Thy  being  and  thy  pow'r, 
'Midst  the  resplendent  blaze  of  day, 
And  awful  midnight  hour. 


HYMNS.  133 

3  Nor  all  the  peopled  world  alone, 

Rich  fields  and  verdant  plains, 
But  lonely  wilds  by  man  untrod, 
Where  silent  horror  reigns. 

4  The  howling  wind,  the  beating  rain, 

The  sea's  tumultuous  roar, 
These  in  tremendous  concert  join'd 
Proclaim  thy  boundless  power. 

5  Through  all  creation's  widest  range 

The  hand  of  heaven  is  near  ; 
Where'er  I  wander  in  the  world, 
Lo !  God  is  present  there. 


HYMN  LXXI.     C.  31. 

Omnipresence,  wisdom,  and  goodness  of  God. 

1  My  heart  and  all  my  ways,  O  God, 

By  thee  are  search'd  and  seen  ; 
My  outward  acts  thine  eye  observes, 
My  secret  thoughts  within. 

2  Attendant  on  my  steps  all  day, 

Thy  providence  I  see, 
And  in  the  solitude  of  night 
I'm  present  still  with  thee. 

3  No  spot  the  boundless  realms  of  space 

Whence  thou  art  absent  know ; 
In  heaven  thou  reign'st  a  glorious  King, 
A  n  awful  Judge  below. 
12 


134  HYMNS. 

4  Goodness,  and  majesty,  and  power, 

Through  all  thy  works  are  shown  ; 
Richly  display'd  in  nature's  frame, 
And  richly  in  my  own. 

5  To  all  my  parts  their  place  and  use 

Thy  wisdom  had  assign'd, 
Ere  yet  these  parts  a  being  had, 
But  in  thy  forming  mind. 

6  Ten  thousand  thousand  times  my  life 

I've  to  thy  goodness  ow'd  ; 
Thy  daily  care  preserves  the  gift, 
Thy  bounty  first  bestow'd. 

7  Lord,  if  within  my  thoughtless  heart 

Thou  aught  shouldst  disapprove  ; 
The  secret  evil  bring  to  light, 
And  by  thy  grace  remove. 

8  If  e'er  my  ways  have  been  perverse, 

Or  foolish  in  thy  view, 
Recall  my  steps  to  thy  commands, 
And  form  my  life  anew. 


HYMN  LXXII.     C.  M. 

Providence. 

1  Lord !  when  our  raptur'd  thought  surveys 
Creation's  beauties  o'er, 


HYMNS.  135 

All  nature  joins  to  teach  thy  praise. 
And  bid  our  souls  adore. 

2  Where'er  we  turn  our  gazing  eyes, 

Thy  radiant  footsteps  shine  ; 
Ten  thousand  pleasing  wonders  rise. 
And  speak  their  source  divine. 

3  The  living  tribes  of  countless  forms, 

Tn  earth,  and  sea,  and  air; 
The  meanest  flies,  the  smallest  worms, 
Almighty  power  declare. 

4  Thy  wisdom,  power,  and  goodness,  Lord, 

In  all  thy  works  appear  ; 
And  O  let  man  thy  praise  record ; 
Man,  thy  distinguished  care. 

5  From  thee  the  breath  of  life  he  drew ; 

That  breath  thy  power  maintains  ; 
Thy  tender  mercy  ever  new, 
His  brittle  frame  sustains. 

6  Yet  nobler  favours  claim  his  praise, 

Of  reason's  light  possess'd  ; 
By  revelation's  brightest  rays, 
Still  more  divinely  bless'd. 

7  Thy  providence,  his  constant  guard 

When  threat'ning  woes  impend, 
Or  will  th'  impending  dangers  ward, 
Or  timely  succours  lend. 


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HYMNS. 


3  On  us,  that  providence  has  shone, 
With  gentle,  smiling  rays  ; 
O  let  our  lips  and  lives  make  known 
Thy  goodness  and  thy  praise. 


HYMN  LXXIII.     G.  M. 

Divine  goodness. 

1  Lord,  thou  art  good ;  all  nature  show* 

Its  mighty  author  kind  ; 
Thy  bounty  through  creation  flows, 
Full,  free,  and  unconfin'd. 

2  The  whole  in  every  part  proclaims 

Thy  infinite  good  will  ; 
It  shines  in  stars,  it  flows  in  streams. 
And  bursts  from  every  hill. 

3  It  fills  the  wide,  extended  main, 

And  heavens  which  spread  more  wide : 
It  drops  in  gentle  showers  of  rain, 
And  rolls  in  every  tide. 

4  Still  hath  it  been  diffus'd  and  free, 

Through  ages  past  and  gone ; 
Nor  ever  can  exhausted  be, 
But  still  keeps  flowing  on. 

5  Thro'  the  whole  earth  it  pours  supplies, 

Spreads  joy  through  all  its  parts  ; 
Lord,  may  thy  goodness  draw  our  eyes. 
And  captivate  our  hearts. 


HYMNS.  137 

6  High  admiration  let  it  raise, 
And  kind  affections  move  ; 
Employ  oar  tongues  in  hymns  of  praise. 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  love. 


HYMN  LXXIV.     Six  Line  C.  M. 

Universal  providence  of  God. 

1   The  mighty  God  who  rolls  the  spheres. 
And  storm,  and  fire,  and  hail  prepares. 

And  guides  this  vast  machine, — 
His  powerful  hand  our  life  sustains, 
And  scatters  all  those  joys  and  pains, 

That  fill  this  chequer'd  scene. 

%  His  piercing  eye  at  once  surveys, 

Where  thousand  suns  and  systems  blaze, 

And  where  the  sparrow  falls ; 
While  seraphs  tune  their  harps  on  high, 
His  ear  attends  the  softest  cry, 

When  human  mis'ry  calls. 

3  Eternal  God  !  who  shall  not  fear, 
And  trust,  and  love,  with  soul  sincere, 

Thine  awful,  glorious  name  ! 
While  man,  thy  creature,  swift  decays, 
Time  has  no  measure  for  thy  days ; — 
Thou  ever  art  the  same. 
12* 


138  HYMNS. 

HYMN  LXXV.     C.  31. 

Divine  Providence,  and  the  folly  of  self-dependence 

1  God  reigns !  events  in  order  flow, 

Man's  industry  to  guide  ; 

But  in  a  diff'rent  channel  go, 

To  humble  human  pride. 

2  The  swift,  not  always  in  the  race 

Shall  win  the  crowning  prize  ; 
Not  always  wealth  and  honour  grace 
The  labours  of  the  wise. 

3  Fond  mortals  do  themselves  beguile, 

When  on  themselves  they  rest ; 
Blind  is  their  wisdom,  vain  their  toil. 
By  thee,  O  Lord  !  unbless'd. 

4  'Tis  ours,  the  furrows  to  prepare, 

And  sow  the  precious  gram  ; 
'Tis  thine  to  give  the  sun  and  air, 
And  send  the  genial  rain. 

5  Evil  and  good  before  thee  stand, 

Their  mission  to  perform  ; 
The  sun  shines  bright  at  thy  command  ; 
Thy  hand  directs  the  storm. 

6  In  all  our  ways,  we  humbly  own 

Thy  providential  power  ; 
Entrusting  to  thy  care  alone 
The  lot  of  every  hour. 


HYMNS.  139 

HYMN  LXXVI.     C.  M. 

God? s  foreknowledge  and  providence. 

1   Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 
Abas'd  before  the  Lord  ! 
Whate'er  his  powerful  hand  has  formed, 
He  governs  with  a  word. 

5  Ten  thousand  ages  ere  the  skies 
Were  into  motion  brought, 
All  the  long  years  and  worlds  to  come, 
Stood  present  to  his  thought. 

3  There's  not  a  sparrow,  nor  a  worm, 

O'erlook'd  in  his  decrees  ; 
He  raises  monarchs  to  a  throne, 
Or  sinks,  with  equal  ease. 

4  If  light  attend  the  course  we  go, 

'Tis  he  provides  the  rays  ; 
And  'tis  his  hand  that  hides  the  sun, 
If  darkness  cloud  our  days. 

5  Trusting  thy  wisdom,  God  of  love ! 

We  would  not  wish  to  know 
What,  in  the  book  of  thy  decrees, 
Awaits  us  here  below. 

6  Be  this  alone  our  fervent  prayer  ; 

Whate'er  our  lot  shall  be, 
Or  joys  or  sorrows, — may  they  form 
Our  souls  for  heaven  and  thee  ! 


140 


HYMNS. 


HYMN  LXXVII.     Z.  M. 

Man's  dependence  upon  God. 

1  Greatest  of  beings  !  Source  of  life, 
Sov'reign  of  air,  of  earth,  and  sea, 
All  nature  owns  thy  power,  but  man 
A  grateful  tribute  pays  to  thee. 

2  Subject  to  wants,  to  thee  he  looks, 
And  from  thy  goodness  seeks  supplies  ; 
And    when,    oppress'd    with     guilt,    he 

mourns, 
Thy  mercy  lifts  him  to  the  skies. 

3  Children,  whose  infant  minds,  unform'd, 
Ne'er  raised  a  tender  thought  to  heaven ; 
And  men,  whom  reason  lifts  to  God, 
Though  oft  by  passion  downward  driven ; 

4  Those  too,  who  bend  with  age  and  care, 
And  faint  and  tremble  near  the  tomb ; 
Who,  sick'ning  at  the  present  scenes, 
Sigh  for  that  better  world  to  come  ; — 

5  All,  great  Creator !  all  are  thine  ; 
All  feel  thy  providential  care ; 

And  through  each  changing  scene  of  life, 
Alike  thy  constant  pity  share. 

6  And  whether  grief  oppress  the  heart ! 
Or  whether  joy  elate  the  breast ; 

Or  life  still  keep  its  varying  course  ; 
Or  death  invite  the  heart  to  rest ; 


HYMNS.  141 


All  are  thy  messengers,  and  all 
Thy  sacred  pleasure,  Lord  !  obey  ; 
And  all  are  training  man  to  dwell 
Nearer  to  bliss,  and  nearer  thee. 


HYMN  LXXVIII.     Six  Line  L.  M. 

God  the  author  and  preserver  of  life. 

1  Almighty  God !  in  prayer  to  thee 
We  bow  the  head  and  bend  the  knee*. 
With  humble  soul  and  heart  resign'd, 
To  thee  with  trembling  lips  we  raise 
The  holy  sacrifice  of  praise, 

Thou  friend  and  father  of  mankind. 

2  By  thee  inspir'd,  this  mortal  frame 
To  being  from  oblivion  came, 
Thy  love  and  goodness  to  survey ; 
To  view  the  glitt'ring  vault  of  night, 
To  hail  the  sweet  return  of  light, 
And  all  creation's  blooming  day. 

3  In  life's  young  morn  thou  did'st  impart 
The  rivers  to  my  beating  heart, 

And  taught  the  streaming  pulse  to  flow ; 
Amid  sensations'  changeful  tide, 
Thou  bid'st  the  trembling  soul  abide, 
Alive  to  rapture  or  to  woe. 

4  And  still  unquench'd,  at  thy  behest 
The  flame  of  being  warms  my  breast, 


142  HJMNS. 

But  fleeting  life  must  soon  be  o'er  ; 
Soon  will  thy  hands  again  require 
This  transient  spark  of  heavenly  fire, 
And  this  frail  heart  shall  heave  no  more. 

5  But  thou,  O  Spirit,  prompt  to  save, 
Wilt  still  regard  the  shrouded  grave, 
In  thy  protecting  care  we  trust ; 
Death  shall  resign  his  iron  sway, 
And  love,  that  beams  eternal  day, 
Shall  warm  our  ashes  in  the  dust. 


HYMN  LXXIX.     L.  M. 

God  the  father  and  friend  of  all. 

1  The  earth  and  all  the  heavenly  frame 
Their  great  Creator's  love  proclaim  ; 
He  gives  the  sun  his  genial  power 
And  sends  the  soft,  refreshing  shower. 

2  The  ground  with  plenty  blooms  again, 
And  yields  her  various  fruits  to  men  ; 
To  men,  who  from  thy  bounteous  hand 
Receive  the  gifts  of  every  land. 

5  Nor  to  the  human  race  alone 
Is  thy  paternal  goodness  shown  ; 
The  tribes  of  earth  and  sea  and  air 
Enjoy  thy  universal  care. 


HYMNS.  143 

4  Not  ev'n  a  sparrow  yields  its  breath, 
Till  God  permit  the  stroke  of  death  ; 
He  hears  the  ravens  when  they  call, 
The  Father  and  the  Friend  of  all ! 


HYMN  LXXX.     8s  3L 

Glory  lo  God,  the  girer  and  guard  of  life. 

1  Lauded  be  thy  name  for  ever, 
Thou  of  life  the  Guard  and  Giver  ! 
Thou  who  slumber'st  not,  nor  sleepest, 
Bless'd  are  they  thou  kindly  keepest ! 
God  of  stillness  and  of  motion, 

Of  the  rainbow  and  the  ocean, 
Of  the  mountain,  rock,  and  river, 
Blessed  be  thy  name  for  ever  ! 

2  God  of  ev'ning's  yellow  ray ! 
God  of  yonder  dawning  day, 
That  rises  from  the  distant  sea 
Like  breathings  of  eternity  ! 
Thine  the  flaming  sphere  of  light, 
Thine  the  darkness  of  the  night ! 
God  of  life,  that  fade  shall  never ! 
Glory  to  thy  name  for  ever  ! 

HYMN  LXXX1.     CM. 

Praise  of  divine  goodness. 

1  My  God,  the  sov'reign  of  my  will, 
To  thee  my  heart  would  soar  : 


144  HYMNS. 

The  cup,  which  thy  kind  bounties  fill, 
At  thy  command  runs  o'er. 

2  Honour  be  given  to  thee  alone  ; 

Thy  providence  is  true  ; 
And  streams  of  plenty  from  thy  throne 
Each  morning  flow  anew. 

3  Be  on  my  left,  and  on  my  right, 

To  guard  my  erring  soul 
From  pleasure's  wiles,  from  sorrow's  might, 
And  passion's  fierce  control. 

4  Give  me  but  grace  to  sing  thy  praise, 

My  lips  shall  wake  the  lay  ; 
With  friendly  care  prolong  my  days, 
And  grateful  vows  I'll  pay. 

5  My  spirit  swells  with  hopes  divine, 

And  longs  for  perfect  rest  ; 
Lo !  lam  thine,  and  thou  art  mine  ; 
In  thee  my  soul  is  blest. 


HYMN  LXXXII.     C.M 

The  unceasing  goodness  of  our  heavenly  Father. 

1  Jehovah  God  !  thy  gracious  power 
On  every  hand  we  see  ; 
O  may  the  blessings  of  each  hour 
Lead  all  our  thoughts  to  thee ! 


HYMNS.  145 

2  If  on  the  wings  of  morn  we  speed 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
Thy  hand  will  there  our  footsteps  lead, 
Thy  love,  our  path  surround. 

3  Thy  power  is  in  the  ocean  deeps, 

And  reaches  to  the  skies ; 
Thine  eye  of  mercy  never  sleeps, 
Thy  goodness  never  dies. 

4  From  morn  till  noon,  till  latest  eve, 

The  hand  of  God  we  see  ; 
And  all  the  blessings  we  receive, 
Ceaseless  proceed  from  thee. 

5  In  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time, 

On  thee  our  hopes  depend  ; 
Through  every  age,  in  every  clime, 
Our  Father  and  our  Friend  ! 


HYMN  LXXXIII.     Six  Line  C.  M. 

The  love  of  God. 

My  God  !  thy  boundless  love  I  praise  ; 
How  bright  on  high  its  glories  blaze  ! 

How  sweetly  bloom  below  ! 
It  streams  from  thine  eternal  throne  ; 
Through  heaven  its  joys  for  ever  run, 

And  o'er  the  earth  they  flow. 
IS 


14(i  HYMNS. 

2  'Tis  love  that  paints  the  purple  morn, 
And  bids  the  clouds,  in  air  upborne, 

Their  genial  drops  distill ; 
In  every  vernal  beam  it  glows, 
And  breathes  in  every  gale  that  blows, 

And  glides  in  every  rill. 

3  It  robes  in  cheerful  green  the  ground, 
And  pours  its  flow'ry  beauties  round, . 

Whose  sweets  perfume  the  gale  ; 
Its  bounties  richly  spread  the  plain. 
The  blushing  fruit,  the  golden  grain, 

And  smile  on  every  vale. 

4  But  in  thy  word  I  see  it  shine 
With  grace  and  glories  more  divine, 

Proclaiming  sins  forgiven ; 
There  faith,  bright  cherub,  points  the  way 
To  realms  of  everlasting  day, 

And  opens  all  her  heaven. 

5  Then  let  the  love  that  makes  me  bless'd, 
With  cheerful  praise  inspire  my  breast, 

And  ardent  gratitude ; 
And  all  my  thoughts  and  passions  tend 
To  thee,  my  Father  and  my  Friend, 

My  soul's  eternal  good  ! 


HYMNS.  14' 

HYMN  LXXXIV.     CM. 

Gratitude  to  God. 

1  When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God  ! 

My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost, 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  O  how  shall  words,  with  equal  warmth, 

The  gratitude  declare, 
That  glows  in  my  enraptur'd  heart ! 
But  thou  canst  read  it  there. 

5  Thy  providence  my  life  sustained, 
And  all  my  wants  redress'd, 
When  in  the  silent  womb  I  lay, 
Or  hung  upon  the  breast. 

4  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries, 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learn'd 
To  form  themselves  in  prayer. 

5  Unnumber'd  comforts  on  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestow'd, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceiv'd 
From  whom  those  comforts  flow'd. 

6  When  in  the  slipp'ry  paths  of  youth. 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  convey'd  me  safe. 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 


148  HYMNS. 

7  Thro'  hidden  dangers,  toils,  and  deaths, 

It  gently  clear'd  my  way  ; 
And  through  the  pleasing  snares  of  vice, 
More  to  be  fear'd  than  they. 

8  When  worn  by  sickness  oft  hast  thou 

With  health  renew'd  my  face  ; 
And,  when  in  sins  and  sorrows  sunk, 
Reviv'd  my  soul  with  grace. 

9  Thy  bounteous  hand  with  worldly  bliss 

Hath  made  my  cup  run  o'er ; 
And,  in  a  kind  and  faithful  friend, 
Hath  doubled  all  my  store. 

10  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ  ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
Which  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

11  Through  ev'ry  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue  ; 
And  after  death,  in  unknown  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

12  When  nature  fails,  and  day  and  night 

Divide  thy  works  no  more, 
My  ever  grateful  heart,  O  Lord ! 
Thy  mercy  shall  adore. 

13  Through  all  eternity,  to  thee 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise  ; 
For  O  !  eternity  alone 
Can  utter  all  thy  praise. 


HYMNS.  149 

HYMN  LXXXV.     P.M. 

Thanksgiving  for  mercies. 

1  Sov'reign  Lord  of  light  and  glory ! 

Author  of  our  mortal  frame ! 
Joyfully  we  bow  before  thee, 
And  extol  thy  holy  name. 

Hallelujah! 
Ever  sacred  be  the  theme ! 

2  Kind  dispenser  of  each  blessing 

Which  surrounds  the  human  race ! 
May  we,  gratefully  possessing, 
Still  adore  thy  boundless  grace. 

Hallelujah  ! 
Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise ! 

3  Thus,  with  humble  adoration, 

We  attend  before  thy  throne  ; 
And  with  grateful  exultation, 
Thine  abundant  mercy  own  ; 

Hallelujah  ! 
Praise  belongs  to  thee  alone ! 

4  In  thy  every  dispensation, 

Love  and  mercy  we  descry ; 
Thou,  the  God  of  our  salvation ! 
To  preserve  us  still  art  nigh  ; 

Hallelujah ! 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high  ! 
13* 


150  HYMNS. 

HYMN  LXXXVI.    Six  Line  C.  M. 

The  goodness  of  God  acknowledged  and  adored. 

1  Parent  of  good !  thy  works  of  might 
We  trace  with  wonder  and  delight ; 

Thy  name  is  all  divine, 
There's  nought  in  earth,  or  sea,  or  air, 
Or  heaven  itself,  that's  good  or  fair, 

But  is  entirely  thine. 

2  Immensely  high  thy  glories  rise, 

They  strike  our  souls  with  sweet  surprise. 

And  sacred  pleasure  yield  ; 
An  ocean  wide  without  a  bound, 
Where  every  noble  wish  is  drown'd, 

And  every  want  is  fill'cl. 

3  To  thee  our  warm  affections  move, 
In  sweet  astonishment  and  love, 

While  at  thy  feet  we  bend  ; 
To  thee  our  ardent  wishes  rise, 
To  thee,  enthron'd  above  the  skies, 

Our  fervent  prayers  ascend. 

4  What  shall  we  do  to  spread  thy  praise, 
O  God  !  through  our  remaining  days, 

Or  how  thy  name  adore  ? 
To  thee  we  consecrate  our  breath, 
Let  us  be  thine  in  life  and  death, 

And  thine  for  evermore. 


HYMNS.  151 

HYMN  LXXXVII.    L.  M. 

The  bounties  of  providence  acknoivledged. 

1  Father  of  light !  we  sing  thy  name, 
Who  kindlest  up  the  lamp  of  day  ; 
Wide  as  he  spreads  his  golden  flame, 
His  beams  thy  power  and  love  display. 

2  Fountain  of  good  !  from  thee  proceeds, 
In  copious  drops,  the  genial  rain, 
Which  o'er  the  hills,  and  thro'  the  meads, 
Revives  the  grass,  and  swells  the  grain. 

3  Thro'  the  wide  world  thy  bounties  spread  ; 
Yet  thousands  of  our  guilty  race, 
Though  by  thy  daily  bounty  fed, 
Despise  thy  law,  reject  thy  grace. 

4  Not  so  may  our  forgetful  hearts 
O'erlook  the  tokens  of  thy  care  ; 
But  what  thy  lib'ral  hand  imparts, 
Still  own  in  praise,  still  ask  in  prayer. 

5  So  shall  our  suns  more  grateful  shine, 
And  showers  in  richer  drops  shall  fall, 
When  all  our  hearts  and  lives  are  thine, 
And  thou,  O  God  !  aclor'd  in  all. 


HYMN  LXXXVIII.     C.  M. 

Complaint  of  ingratitude. 

1  Great  God  !  to  thee  my  all  I  owe, 
And  shall  my  tongue  be  still  ? 


152  HYMNS. 

Shall  streams  of  mercy  often  flow 
Unting'd  with  any  ill  ? 

2  Shall  every  day  new  favours  bring, 

And  every  night  proclaim 
My  God,  their  bounteous  source  and  spring-? 
And  yet  unprais'd  his  name ! 

3  Shall  every  moment  prove  his  grace, 

And  shew  his  tender  care  ? 
And  is  my  heart  not  found  the  place, 
Where  warm  affections  are  ? 

i  Shall  changing  seasons,  day  and  hour. 
Each  minute  as  it  flies, 
Evince  thy  ever  bounteous  power, 
And  see  new  blessings  rise  ? 

5  And  does  my  soul  no  rapture  find, 

No  ardent  thanks  express, 
No  praises  warm  my  callous  mind  ? 
As  humbly  I  confess ! 

6  Then,  O  my  God,  one  favour  still, 

Add  to  thy  boundless  store, 
My  soul  with  grateful  raptures  fill, 
I'll  praise  thee,  and  adore  ! 


HYMN  LXXXIX,     CM. 

Praise  for  protection  at  home  and  abroad. 

1  Let  songs  of  praise  from  all  below 
To  thee,  O  God !  ascend, 


HYMNS.  153 

Whose  bounties  unexhausted  flow, 
Whose  mercies  know  no  end. 

2  But  chief  by  them  that  debt  be  paid, 

Midst  dangers  circling  round, 
Who  still  in  thy  almighty  aid 
Have  sure  protection  found. 

3  The  wandering  exile  doom'd  to  stray 

O'er  many  a  desert  wide  ; 
WTho  fearless  takes  his  lonely  way, 
With  God,  his  guard  and  guide  ; — 

4  The  sailor,  on  the  swelling  sea, 

When  storms  impending  lower, 
Or  tempests  rage  ;  who  trusts  in  thee, 
And  owns  thy  mighty  power  ; — 

5  The  wretch,  who  press'd  by  countless  woes 

That  no  cessation  see, 
Still  bids  his  steadfast  hope  repose, 
Almighty  Lord  !  on  thee  ; — 

6  All,  all  shall  join  to  bless  thy  name, 

Whose  heavenly  aid  they  prove ; 
As  all  have  felt,  let  all  proclaim 
Thy  boundless  power  and  love. 

HYMN  XC.     L.  M. 

The  same  subject. 

1   Thy  presence,  ever-living  God  ! 

Wide  through  all  nature  spreads  abroad  ; 
Thy  watchful  eyes,  which  never  sleep, 
In  every  place  thy  children  keep. 


154  HYMNS. 

2  While  near  each  other  we  remain, 
Thou  dost  our  lives  and  powers  sustain ; 
When  sep'rate  we  rejoice  to  share 
Thy  counsels,  and  thy  gracious  care. 

3  To  thee  we  now  commit  our  ways, 
And  still  implore  thy  heavenly  grace  ; 
Still  cause  thy  face  on  us  to  shine, 
And  guard  and  guide  us  still  as  thine. 

4  Give  us  within  thy  house  to  raise 
Again  united  songs  of  praise  ; 
Or,  if  that  joy  no  more  be  known, 
Give  us  to  meet  around  thy  throne. 


EYMN  XCI.     L.  M. 

The  same  subject. 

1  Great  God !  we  sing  that  mighty  hand 
By  which  supported,  still  we  stand  ; 
The  op'ning  year  thy  mercy  shows  : 
That  mercy  crowns  it  till  it  close. 

2  By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God  ; 
By  his  incessant  bounty  fed, 

By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own  : 
The  future,  all  to  us  unknown, 

We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And,  peaceful,  leave  before  thy  feet. 


HYMNS.  155 

4  In  scenes  exalted  or  depressed, 
Thou  art  our  joy,  and  thou  our  rest ; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 
Ador'd  through  all  our  changing  days. 

j  When  death  shall  interrupt  these  songs, 
And  seal  in  silence  mortal  tongues, 
A  loftier  strain  shall  speak  our  trust 
In  thee,  eternal,  wise,  and  just. 


HYMN  XCII.     C.  M. 

Secret  devotion. 

1  Father  divine  !  thy  piercing  eye 

Looks  through  the  shades  of  night ; 
In  deep  retirement  thou  art  nigh, 
With  heart-discerning  sight. 

2  There  shall  that  piercing  eye  survey 

My  duteous  homage,  paid 
With  every  morning's  dawning  ray, 
And  every  evening's  shade. 

3  I'll  leave  behind  each  earthly  care ; 

To  thee  my  soul  shall  soar  ; 
While  grateful  praise,  and  fervent  prayer 
Employ  the  silent  hour. 

4  So  shall  the  sun  in  smiles  arise ; 

The  day  shall  close  in  peace  ; 
So  wilt  thou  train  me  for  the  skies, 
Where  joy  shall  never  cease. 


156  HYMNS. 

HYMN  XCII1.     CM. 

Ji  morning  hymn. 

1  To  thee,  let  my  first  ofTrings  rise, 

Whose  sun  creates  the  day ; 
Swift  as  his  gladd'ning  influence  flies, 
And  spotless  as  his  ray. 

2  What  numbers,  with  heart-piercing  sighs, 

Have  pass'd  this  tedious  night ! 
What  numbers  too  have  clos'd  their  eyes. 
No  more  to  see  the  light ! 

3  This  day  thy  fav'ring  hand  be  nigh, 

So  oft  vouchsaf 'd  before  ; 
Still  may  it  lead,  protect,  supply, 
And  I  that  hand  adore. 

4  If  bliss  thy  providence  impart, 

For  which,  resign'd,  I  pray, 
Give  me  to  feel  the  grateful  heart, 
And  without  guilt  be  gay. 

5  Affliction  should  thy  love  intend, 

As  vice  or  folly's  cure, 
Patient  to  gain  that  blessed  end, 
May  I  the  means  endure. 

6  If  bright  or  cloudy  scenes  await ; 

Some  virtue  let  me  gain ; 
That  heaven,  nor  high,  nor  low  estate, 
When  sent,  may  send  in  vain. 


HYMNS.  157 

7  Be  this,  and  every  future  day, 
Still  wiser  than  the  past ; 
That,  from  the  whole  of  life's  survey, 
I  may  find  peace  at  last. 


HYMN  XCIV.     L.  M. 

The  same  subject. 

1  Awake,  my  soul !  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  By  influence  of  the  light  divine, 
Let  thine  own  light  to  others  shine  ; 
Reflect  all  heaven's  propitious  rays, 
In  ardent  love  and  cheerful  praise. 

3  Lord  !  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew ; 
Scatter  my  sins  as  morning  dew  ; 
Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And,  with  thyself,  my  spirit  nil. 

4  Direct,  control,  suggest,  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say  ; 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

5  All  praise  to  thee,  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refresh'd  me  while  I  slept ; 

Grant,  Lord!  when  I  from  death  shall  wake 
I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 
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158  HYMNS. 

HYMN  XCV.     C.  M. 

The  same  subject. 

1  Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 

Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  ; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay, 
To  him  who  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 

The  day  renews  the  sound, 
Wide  as  the  heavens  on  which  he  sits, 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame, 

My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise  ; 
My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  On  us,  poor  worms,  his  power  might  tread, 

And  we  could  ne'er  withstand ; 
His  justice  might  have  crush' d  us  dead, 
But  mercy  held  his  hand. 

5  How  many  thousand  souls  have  fled 

Since  the  last  setting  sun, 
And  yet  he  lengthens  out  our  thread, 
And  yet  our  moments  run. 

6  Great  God !  let  all  our  hours  be  thine, 

Whilst  we  enjoy  the  light ; 
Then  shall  our  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  peaceful  night. 


HYMNS.  159 

HYMN  XCVI.     L.  M. 

The  taint  subject. 

1  Awake,  my  heart,  and  sing  the  praise 
Of  God,  the  guardian  of  my  days  ; 

The  Lord  of  worlds,  the  source  of  good, 
Who  gave  me  life  and  sends  me  food. 

2  When  darkness  veil'd  the  earth  in  shade. 
Father,  on  thee  my  trust  was  laid  ; 

I  slept ;  and  thy  paternal  arm 
Preserved  me  safe  from  death  and  harm. 

3  A  sacrifice  to  thee  belongs  ; 

For  incense,  lo  !  my  prayers  and  songs  ; 
Thou  know'st,  if  vows  sincerely  spring  ; 
No  better  gifts  have  I  to  bring. 

4  Forgive  my  sins  ;  my  actions  bless  ; 
Imbue  my  thoughts  with  holiness  ; 
And  be  my  heart  thy  dwelling  place, 
Till  I  shall  see  thee  face  to  face. 


HYMN  XCVII.     L.  31. 

The  same  subject. 

In  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid, 


I 


I  safely  pass'd  the  silent  night ; 

Again  I  see  the  breaking  shade, 

Again  behold  the  morning  light. 


160 


HYMNS. 


2  New-born,  I  bless  the  waking  hour  ; 
Once  more,  with  awe,  rejoice  to  be ; 
My  conscious  soul  resumes  her  power, 
And  soars,  my  guardian  God  !  to  thee. 

3  O  guide  me  through  the  various  maze 
My  doubtful  feet  are  doom'd  to  tread  ; 
And  spread  thy  shield's  protecting  blaze, 
Where  dangers  press  around  my  head ! 

4  A  deeper  shade  shall  soon  impend, 
A  deeper  sleep  mine  eyes  oppress  ; 
Yet  then  thy  strength  shall  still  defend, 
Thy  goodness  still  delight  to  bless. 

5  That  deeper  shade  shall  break  away ; 
That  deeper  sleep  shall  leave  my  eyes; 
Thy  light  shall  give  eternal  day  ; 

Thy  love,  the  rapture  of  the  skies. 


HYMN  XCVIII.     X.  31 

For  the  evening. 

1  Glory  to  thee,  my  God  !  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ; 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings  ! 
Beneath  thine  own  almighty  wings  ! 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord  !  through  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done, 

That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 


HYMNS.  161 

3  O  may  my  soul  on  thee  repose, 

And  with  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close ! 
Sleep  that  shall  me  more  vig'rous  make 

To  serve  mv  God  when  I  awake. 

it 

4  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow! 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ! 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  choir ! 

O  may  his  praise  my  soul  inspire  ! 


HYMN  XCIX.     Is  M. 

The  same,  subject. 

1  Heavenly  Father  !  gracious  name  ! 
Night  and  day  thy  love  the  same  ! 
Far  be  each  suspicious  thought, 
Every  anxious  care  forgot. 

2  Thou,  my  ever-bounteous  God ! 
Crown'st  my  days  with  various  good. 
Thy  kind  eye,  which  cannot  sleep, 
My  defenceless  hours  shall  keep. 

3  What  if  death  my  sleep  invade  ? 
Should  I  be  of  death  afraid  ? 
While  encircled  by  thine  arm, 
Death  may  strike,  but  cannot  harm. 

4  With  thy  heavenly  presence  blest, 
Death  is  life,  and  labour  rest. 
Welcome  sleep  or  death  to  me, 
Still  secure,  for  still  with  thee  ! 

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162  HYMNS. 

HYMN  C.     L.  M. 

The  same  subject. 

1  Another  fleeting  day  is  gone  ; 
Slow  o'er  the  west  the  shadows  rise  ; 
Swift  the  soft  stealing  hoars  have  flown, 
And  night's  dark  mantle  veils  the  skies. 

2  Another  fleeting  day  is  gone, 
Swept  from  the  records  of  the  year ; 
And  still,  with  each  successive  sun, 
Life's  fading  visions  disappear. 

3  Another  fleeting  day  is  gone 
To  join  the  fugitives  before  ; 
And  I,  when  life's  employ  is  done, 
Shall  sleep,  to  wake  in  time  no  more. 

4  Another  fleeting  day  is  gone, 

But  soon  a  fairer  day  shall  rise, — 

A  day,  whose  never-setting  sun 

Shall  pour  its  light  o'er  cloudless  skies. 

5  Another  fleeting  day  is  gone  ; 
In  solemn  silence  rest,  my  soul ! 
Bow  down  before  his  awful  throne, 
Who  bids  the  morn  and  evening  roll. 


HYMN  CI.     L.  3L 

The  daily  goodness  of  Gud. 

I  My  God  !  how  endless  is  thy  love  ! 
Thy  gifts  are  every  ev'ning  new ; 


HYMNS. 


163 


And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  distil,  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
Great  guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours  ! 
Thy  sov'reign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

5  I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command  ; 
To  thee  I  consecrate  nay  days ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 


HYMN  CII.     Six  Line  C.  M. 

Grateful  acknoicledgment  of  God's  constant  goodness. 

Great  Source  of  unexhausted  good  ! 
Who   giv'st  us  health,  and  friends,  and 
food, 

And  peace,  and  calm  content ; 
Like  fragrant  incense  to  the  skies, 
Let  songs  of  grateful  praises  rise, 

For  all  thy  blessings  lent. 

Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day, 
Thy  providence  attends  our  way, 

To  guard  us  and  to  guide  ; 
Thy  grace  directs  our  wand'ring  will, 
And  warns  us  lest  seducing  ill 

Allure  our  souls  aside. 


164  HVMNS. 

5  Thy  smiles,  with  a  reviving  light, 

Cheer  the  long  darksome  hours  of  night, 

And  gild  the  thickest  gloom  ; 
Thy  watchful  love,  around  our  bed, 
Doth  softly  like  a  curtain  spread, 
And  guard  the  peaceful  room. 

4  To  thee  our  lives,  our  all  we  owe, 
Our  peace  and  sweetest  joys  below, 

And  brighter  hopes  above  ; 
Then  let  our  lives,  and  all  that's  ours, 
Our  souls,  and  all  our  active  powers, 

Be  sacred  to  thy  love. 

5  Thus,  gracious  Father !  thee  we  praise  : 
And  while  our  feeble  songs  we  raise 

To  bless  thee  and  adore, 
Some  spark  of  heavenly  fire  impart, 
And  teach  each  humble,  grateful  heart, 

To  bless  and  love  thee  more. 


HYMN  CIII.     L.M. 

Praise  for  family  blessings. 

1  Father  of  all !  thy  care  we  bless, 
Which  crowns  our  families  with  peace  ; 
From  thee  they  spring,  and  by  thy  hand 
They  have  been,  and  are  still  sustain'd. 

2  To  God,  most  worthy  to  be  prais'd, 
Be  our  domestic  altars  rais'd ; 


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HYMNS.  165 

Who,  Lord  of  heaven,  scorns  not  to  dwell 
With  saints  in  their  obscurest  cell. 


3  To  thee  may  each  united  house, 
Morning  and  night,  present  its  vows  ; 
Our  servants  there,  and  rising  race, 
Be  taught  thy  precepts  and  thy  grace. 

4  O  may  each  future  age  proclaim 
The  honors  of  thy  glorious  name  ; 
While,  pleas'd  and  thankful,  we  remove, 
To  join  the  family  above. 


HYMN  CIV.     C.  31. 

The  changing  seasons  under  the  direction  of  Providence. 

1  With  songs  and  honours  sounding  loud, 

Address  the  Lord  on  high ; 
Over  the  heavens  he  spreads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  sky. 

2  He  sends  his  showers  of  blessings  down 

To  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 
He  makes  the  grass  the  mountains  crown, 
And  corn  in  valleys  grow. 

;3  His  steady  counsels  change  the  face 
Of  the  declining  year  ; 
He  bids  the  sun  cut  short  his  race, 
And  wintry  days  appear. 


166  HYMNS. 

4  His  hoary  frost,  his  fleecy  snow, 

Descend  and  clothe  the  ground  ; 
The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

5  He  sends  his  word  and  melts  the  snow ; 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
And  bids  the  spring  return. 

6  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 

Obey  his  mighty  word  ; 
With  songs  and  honours  sounding  loud, 
Praise  ye  the  Sov'reign  Lord ! 


HYMN  CV.      L.  M. 

The  goodness  of  God  in  the  seasons. 

1  Great  God !  at  whose  all-powerful  call, 
At  first  arose  this  beauteous  frame, 
By  thee  the  seasons  change,  and  all 
The  changing  seasons  speak  thy  name. 

2  Thy  bounty  bids  the  infant  year, 
From  winter  storms  recover'd,  rise, 
When  thousand  grateful  scenes  appear. 
Fresh  op'ning  to  our  wond'ring  eyes. 

3  O  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 

The  earth  in  vernal  beauty  dress'd ; 
While  in  each  herb,  and  flower,  and  tree. 
Thy  blooming  glories  shine  confess'd  ! 


HYHNS.  167 

4  Aloft,  lull  beaming,  reigns  the  sun, 
And  light  and  genial  heat  conveys ; 
And,  while  he  leads  the  seasons  on, 
From  thee  derives  his  quickening  rays. 

5  Around  us,  in  the  teeming  field, 
Stands  the  rich  grain,  or  purpled  vine  ; 
At  thy  command  they  rise,  to  yield 
The    strengthening    bread,    or   cheering 

wine. 

6  Indulgent  God !  from  every  part 
Thy  plenteous  blessings  richly  flow  ; 
We  see  ;  we  taste  ; — let  every  heart 
With  grateful  love  and  duty  glow. 


HYMN  CVI.     P.  3L 

Thanksgiving  for  fruitful  seasons. 

1  Rejoice  !  the  Lord  is  king  ! 
Your  Lord  and  King  adore  ; 
Mortals,  give  thanks  and  sing, 
And  triumph  evermore  ; 

Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice. 
Rejoice,  in  sacred  lays  rejoice. 

2  His  wintry  north  winds  blow, 
Loud  tempests  rush  amain  ; 
Yet  his  thick  flakes  of  snow 
Defend  the  infant  grain  ; 

Lift  up  your  hearts,  &c. 


168  HYMNS. 

5  He  wakes  the  genial  spring, 
Perfumes  the  balmy  air  ; 
The  vales  their  tribute  bring, 
The  promise  of  the  year  ; 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  &c. 

4  High  from  th'  etherial  plain 
Bright  suns  their  influence  fling  ; 
He  gives  the  welcome  rain, 

1  hat  makes  the  valleys  sing  ; 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  &c. 

5  He  leads  the  circling  year, 
His  flocks  the  hills  adorn  ; 
He  fills  the  golden  ear, 

And  loads  the  fields  with  corn  ; 
O  happy  mortals,  raise  your  voice,  &c. 

6  Lead  on  your  fleeting  train, 

Ye  years,  ye  months,  and  days  ! 
O  bring  th'  eternal  reign 
Of  love,  and  joy,  and  praise  ; 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice,  in  sacred  lays  rejoice. 


HYMN  CVII.     L.  M. 

God^s  good7ies$  manifested  in  each  season. 

1   Great  God  !  let  all  our  tuneful  powers 
Awake,  and  sing  thy  mighty  name  ; 


HYMNS.  169 

Thy  hand  rolls  on  our  circling  hours, 
The  hand,  from  which  our  being  came. 

2  Seasons  and  moons,  revolving  round 
In  beauteous  order,  speak  thy  praise  ; 
And  years,  with  smiling  mercy  cjrowfi'd, 
To  thee,  successive  honours  raise. 

3  To  thee  we  raise  the  annual  song ; 
To  thee  the  grateful  tribute  give  ; 
Our  God  doth  still  our  years  prolong, 
And,  midst  unnumber'd  deaths,  we  live. 

4  Each  changing  season  on  our  souls 
Its  sweetest,  kindest  influence  sheds  ; 
And  ev'ry  period,  as  it  rolls, 

Show'rs  countless  blessings  on  our  heads. 

5  Our  lives,  our  health,  our  friends,  we  owe 
All  to  thy  vast,  unbounded  love  ; 

Ten  thousand  precious  gifts  below, 
And  hope  of  nobler  joys  above. 


HYMN  CVIII.    L.M. 

The  year  crowned  with  divine  goodness. 

Eternal  Source  of  every  joy  ! 
Well  may  thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 
While  in  thy  temple  we  appear, 
Whose  goodness  crowns  the  circling  year. 
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170  HYMNS. 

2  Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, 
Thy  hand  supports  the  steady  pole  ; 
The  sun  is  taught  by  thee  to  rise, 
And  darkness  when  to  veil  the  skies. 

3  The  flow'ry  spring  at  thy  command 
Embalms  the  air,  and  paints  the  land  ; 
The  summer  beams  with  vigour  shine, 
To  raise  the  corn  and  cheer  the  vine. 

4  Thy  hand  in  autumn  richly  pours 
Through  all  our  an  1  a  bundant  stores  ; 
And  winters,  soften'd  by  thy  care, 

No  more  a  face  of  horror  wear. 

5  Seasons,  and  months,    and   weeks,  and 

days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise  ; 
Still  be  the  cheerful  homage  paid, 
With  op'ning  light,  and  ev'ning  shade. 

6  Here  in  thy  house  shall  incense  rise, 
As  circling  sabbaths  bless  our  eyes ; 
Still  will  we  make  thy  mercies  known, 
Around  thy  board,  and  round  our  own. 

7  O  may  our  more  harmonious  tongues 
In  worlds  unknown  pursue  the  songs  ; 
And  in  those  brighter  courts  adore, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more  ! 


HYMNS. 


171 


HYMN  CIX.     CM. 

Reflections  in  winter. 

1  Now  winter  throws  his  icy  chains, 

Encircling  nature  round  ; 
How  bleak,  how  comfortless  the  plains, 
With  verdure  lately  crown'd  ! 

2  The  sun  withdraws  his  vital  beams, 

And  light  and  warmth  depart ; 
And  drooping,  lifeless  nature  seems 
An  emblem  of  my  heart. 

3  My  heart,  where  mental  winter  reigns, 

In  night's  dark  mantle  clad, 
Confin'd  in  cold,  inactive  chains, 
How  desolate  and  sad  ! 

4  Ere  long  the  sun,  with  genial  ray, 

Shall  cheer  the  mourning  earth ; 
And  blooming  flowers,  and  verdure  gay. 
Renew  their  annual  birth. 

5  So,  if  my  soul's  bright  Sun  impart 

His  all-enliv'ning  smile, 
The  vital  ray  shall  cheer  my  heart, 
Till  then  a  frozen  soil. 

6  Then  faith  and  hope  and  love  shall  rise. 

Renew' d  to  lively  bloom, 
And  breathe,  accepted  to  the  skies, 
Their  humble,  sweet  perfume. 


172  -  HYMNS. 

7  Great  Source  of  light !  thy  beams  display, 
My  drooping  joys  restore, 
And  guide  me  to  the  seats  of  day, 
Where  winter  frowns  no  more. 


HYMN  CX.     L.  M. 

Praise  for  national  blessi?igs. 

1  Great  God  !  beneath  whose  piercing  eye 
The  earth's  extended  kingdoms  lie ; 
Whose  fav'ring  smile  upholds  them  all, 
Whose  anger  smites  them,  and  they  fall ! 

2  We  bow  before  thy  heavenly  throne  ; 
Thy  power  we  see,  thy  goodness  own  ; 
Yet,  cherish'd  by  thy  milder  voice, 
Our  bosoms  tremble  and  rejoice. 

3  Thy  kindness  to  our  fathers  shown, 
Their  children's  children  long  shall  own  ; 
To  thee,  with  grateful  hearts,  shall  raise 
The  tribute  of  exulting  praise. 

4  Safe,  under  thine  unerring  aid, 
Secure  the  paths  of  life  we  tread  : 
And  freely  as  the  vital  air 

Thy  first  and  noblest  bounties  share. 

5  O  God  !  our  guardian  and  our  friend, 
O  still  thy  shelt'ring  arm  extend ! 
Preserved  by  thee  for  ages  past, 

For  ages  let  thy  kindness  last. 


HYMNS.  173 

HYMN  CXI.     Z.  M. 

Praise  for  national  peace. 

1  Great  Ruler  of  the  earth  and  skies, 
A  word  of  thy  almighty  breath 
Can  sink  the  world  or  bid  it  rise  ; 
Thy  smile  is  life,  thy  frown  is  death. 

2  When  angry  nations  rush  to  arms, 
And  rage,  and  noise,  and  tumult  reign, 
And  war  resounds  its  dire  alarms, 

And  slaughter  spreads  the  hostile  plain  ; 

3  Thy  sov'reign  eye  looks  calmly  down, 
And  marks  their  course,  and  bounds  their 

power ; 
Thy  word  the  angry  nations  own, 
And  noise  and  war  are  heard  no  more. 

4  Then  peace  returns  with  balmy  wing, 
(Sweet  peace !  with  her  what  blessings 

fled  !) 
Glad  plenty  laughs,  the  valleys  sing, 
Reviving  commerce  lifts  her  head. 

5  Thou  good,  and  wise,  and  righteous  Lord, 
All  move  subservient  to  thy  will  ; 

And  peace  and  war  await  thy  word, 
And  thy  sublime  decrees  fulfill. 

G  To  thee  we  pay  our  grateful  songs, 
Thy  kind  protection  still  implore  ; 
O  may  our  hearts,  and  lives,  and  tongues 
Confess  thy  goodness  and  adore. 

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174  HYMNS. 

HYMN  CXII.     7s  M. 

Harmony  of  praise. 

1  Thou,  who  sitt'st  enthron'd  above ! 
Thou,  in  whom  we  live  and  move ! 
Thou,  who  art  most  great,  most  high ! 
God,  from  all  eternity  ! 

2  O,  how  sweet,  how  excellent, 

'Tis  when  tongue  and  heart  consent ; 
Grateful  hearts  and  joyful  tongues, 
Hymning  thee  in  tuneful  songs  ! 

3  When  the  morning  paints  the  skies, 
When  the  stars  of  ev'ning  rise, 
We  thy  praises  will  record, 
Sov'reign  Ruler !  mighty  Lord  ! 

4  Decks  the  spring  with  flowers  the  field  f 
Harvest  rich  doth  autumn  yield  ? 
Giver  of  all  good  below ! 

Lord,  from  thee  these  blessings  flow. 

5  Sov'reign  Ruler  !  mighty  Lord  ! 
We  thy  praises  will  record  ; 
Giver  of  these  blessings  !  we 
Pour  the  grateful  song  to  thee. 


HYMN  CXIIL     Z.  M. 

Unceasing  praise. 

[  God  of  my  life  !  through  all  its  days 
My  grateful  powers  shall  sound  thy  praise: 


HYMNS.  175 

The  song  shall  wake  with  op'ning  light, 
And  cheer  the  dark  and  silent  night. 

2  When  anxious  cares  would  break  my  rest, 
And    griefs   would   rend   my  throbbing 

breast, 
Thy  tuneful  praises  rais'd  on  high 
Shall  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 

o  When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail, 
And  all  its  powers  of  language  fail ; 
Joy   through    my    swimming  eyes  shall 

break, 
And  mean  the  thanks  I  cannot  speak. 

i  But  O  when  that  last  conflict's  o'er, 
And  I  am  chain'd  to  earth  no  more ; 
With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise, 
To  join  the  music  of  the  skies  ! 

5  Soon  shall  I  learn  th'  exalted  strains, 
Which  echo  o'er  the  heavenly  plains  ; 
And  emulate,  with  joy  unknown, 
The  glowing  seraphs  round  thy  throne. 


HYMN  CXIV.    Six  Line  C.  M. 

Eternal  praise  for  divine  goodness. 

I  I'll  praise  my  Maker,  whilst  I've  breath  ; 
And,  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 
Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers. 


176  HYMNS. 

My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past 
Whilst  life  and  thought  and  being  last, 
Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  God  alone,  who  made  the  sky, 

And  earth,  and  seas,  and  all  their  train. 
His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure  ; 
He  saves  th'  oppress'd,  he  feeds  the  poor ; 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

3  The  Lord  hath  sight  to  give  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  supports  the  fainting  mind  ; 

He  sends  the  lab'ring  conscience  peace  ; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  sweet  release. 

4  I'll  praise  him,  while  he  lends  me  breath  ; 
And,  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers. 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
Whilst  life  and  thought  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 


HYMN  CXV.     C.  M. 

The  mystery  and  benignity  of  Providence. 

1   God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
His  wonders  to  perform  ; 


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He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
/  And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never- failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  vast  designs, 
And  works  his  sov'reign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints  !  fresh  courage  take  ; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  will  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour  ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vaip ; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

HYMN  XCVI.     L.  M. 

Our  portion  in  life  ,'ppoint'd  by  God. 

1   Through  all  the  various  shifting  scene 
Of  life's  mistaken  ili  or  good, 


178  HYMNS. 

Thy  hand,  O  God  !  conducts,  unseen, 
The  beautiful  vicissitude. 

2  Thou  givest  with  paternal  care, 
Howe'er  unjustly  we  complain, 
To  all,  their  necessary  share 

Of  joy  and  sorrow,  health  and  pain. 

3  All  things  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
On  thy  eternal  will  depend  ; 

And  all  for  greater  good  were  given, 
Would  man  pursue  th'  appointed  end. 

4  Be  this  our  care, — to  all  beside 
IndifFrent  let  our  wishes  be  ; 
Passion  be  calm,  subdu'd  be  pride, 
And  fix'd  our  souls,  great  God !  on  thee. 


HYMN  CXVII.     C.  M. 

Our  lot  appointed  in  wisdom  and  mercy. 

1  In  all  thy  dealings,  gracious  God! 

I  own  thy  sov'reign  power ; 
And  humbly  kiss  thy  chast'ning  rod, 
In  sorrow's  darkest  hour. 

2  For  sore  affliction's  sharpest  sting, 

In  mercy  oft  is  given, 
Our  thoughtless,  erring  steps  to  bring 
The  safest  road  to  heaven. 


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3  Alike  thy  providence  supplies 

Each  blessing  which  we  share  ; 
Though  clouds  obscure  our  morning  skies, 
The  ev'ning  may  be  fair. 

4  Since,  then,  our  lot  of  good  or  ill 

Is  sent  with  wise  design, 
I'll  bow  submissive  to  thy  will, 
And  grateful  make  it  mine. 

5  To  thee,  my  God !  resign'cl  I  pray, 

Whate'er  the  path  may  be, 
O  guide  my  feet  that  peaceful  way, 
Which  leads  to  heaven  and  thee ! 


HYMN  CXVIII.     S.M. 

The  changes  of  life  from  God. 

1  As  various  as  the  Moon 
Is  man's  estate  below ; 

To  his  bright  day  of  gladness  soon 
Succeeds  a  night  of  woe. 

2  The  night  of  woe  resigns 
Its  darkness  and  its  grief; 

Again  the  morn  of  comfort  shines, 
And  brings  our  souls  relief. 


3  Yet  not  to  fickle  chance 
Is  man's  condition  given  ; 

His  bright  and  darker  hours  advance 
By  the  fix'd  laws  of  heaven. 


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4  God  measures  unto  all 
Their  lot  of  good  and  ill ; 

Nor  this  too  great,  nor  that  too  small, 
All  is  a  Father's  will. 

5  Let  each  conform  his  mind 
To  every  changing  state  ; 

Rejoicing  now,  and  now  resign'd, 
And  the  great  issue  wait. 


HYMN  CXIX.     Z.  M. 

"  Affliction  comeih  not  forth  of  the  rfiw/." 

1  Affliction's  faded  form  draws  nigh, 
With  wrinkled  brow  and  downcast  eye ; 
With  sackcloth  on  her  bosom  spread, 
And  ashes  scatter'd  o'er  her  head, 

2  But  deem  her  not  a  child  of  earth  ; 
From  heaven  she  draws  her  sacred  birth, 
Beside  the  throne  of  God  she  stands 
To  execute  his  dread  commands. 

3  Oft  as  in  pleasure's  paths  we  stray, 
Perplex'd  in  sin's  deceitful  way, 

With  storms  she  thunders  o'er  our  heads, 
And  sudden  ruin  round  us  spreads. 

4  The  messenger  of  grace,  she  flies 
To  train  us  for  our  sphere,  the  skies  ; 


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And  onward  as  we  move,  the  way 
Becomes  more  smooth,  more  bright  the 
day. 

5  Her  weeds  to  robes  of  glory  turn, 

Her  looks  with  kindling  radiance  burn  ; 
And  from  her  lips  these  accents  steal, 
'  God  smites  to  bless,  he  wounds  to  heal!' 


HYMN  CXX.     L.  M. 

God's  appointments  justified. 

1  Though  suff'ring  virtue  may  complain, 
And  almost  dare  its  God  arraign, 
Who  has  not  fitted  nature's  plan 

To  bless  through  life  the  virtuous  man. 

2  Better  instructed,  we  shall  find 
That  God  in  all  is  wise  and  kind  ; 
SurT'ring  refines,  exalts  the  soul  ; 
SufTring  is  virtue's  richest  school. 

3  Here,  all  without  distinction  prove 
Some  common  blessing  of  his  love  ; 
The  world  hereafter  God  reserves 
For  treating  each,  as  each  deserves. 

4  Then  life's  vast  issues  shall  be  known, 
And  man  shall  reap  as  man  has  sown. 
This  hope,  the  virtuous  mind  enjoys, 
This  fear,  the  sinner's  peace  destroys. 

If) 


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HYMN  CXXI.     CM. 

Praise  in  every  scene. 

1  My  soul  shall  bless  thee,  O  my  God ! 

Through  all  my  mortal  days ; 
And  to  eternity  prolong 

Thy  vast,  thy  boundless  praise. 

2  In  each  bright  hour  of  peace  and  hope, 

Be  this  my  sweet  employ  ; 
Thy  praise  refines  my  earthly  bliss, 
And  doubles  all  my  joy ! 

3  When  gloomy  care,  or  keen  distress, 

Invades  my  throbbing  breast, 
My  tongue  shall  learn  to  speak  thy  praise. 
And  sooth  my  pains  to  rest. 

4  Nor  shall  my  tongue  alone  proclaim 

The  honours  of  my  God  ; 
My  life,  with  all  my  active  powers, 
Shall  spread  his  praise  abroad. 

5  When  death  is  past,  in  purer  strains 

My  grateful  praise  I'll  pay  ; 
The  theme  demands  a  nobler  song. 
And  an  eternal  day. 


HYMN  CXXII.     L.  M. 

Giving  thanks  in  all  things. 

i  God  of  our  lives  !  our  thanks  to  thee 
Should,  like  thy  gifts,  continual  fee  ; 


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in  constant  streams  thy  bounty  flows, 
Nor  end,  nor  intermission  knows. 

2  From  thee  our  comforts  all  arise, 

Our  num'rous  wants  thy  hand  supplies ; 
Nor  can  we  ever,  Lord !  be  poor, 
Who  live  on  thine  exhaustless  store. 

3  If  what  we  ask  our  God  denies, 
It  is  because  he's  good  and  wise  ; 
And  what  for  evils  we  mistake, 

He  can  our  greatest  blessings  make. 

4  Deep,  Lord  !  upon  the  thankful  breast 
Let  all  thy  favours  be  impress'd, 
That  we  may  never  more  forget 

The  whole,  or  any  single  debt. 

5  Dispose  us,  each  revolving  day, 
For  daily  gifts,  our  thanks  to  pay  ; 
And  tho'  withdrawn  those  gifts  should  be 
In  all  things  to  give  thanks  to  thee. 


HYMN  CXXII1.     C.  M. 

Praise  to  God  through  all  the  changes  of  lift 

Father  of  mercies  !  God  of  love  ! 

My  Father,  and  my  God  ! 
I'll  sing  the  honours  of  thy  name, 

And  spread  thy  praise  abroad. 


184  HYMNS. 

2  In  every  period  of  my  life, 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  appear ! 
Thy  mercies  gild  the  transient  scene, 
And  crown  each  passing  year. 

3  In  all  thy  mercies,  may  my  soul 

A  Father's  bounty  see  ; 
Nor  let  the  gifts  thy  grace  bestows, 
Estrange  my  heart  from  thee. 

4  Teach  me,  in  times  of  deep  distress, 

To  own  thy  hand,  O  God ! 
And  in  submissive  silence  hear 
The  lessons  of  thy  rod. 

5  Through  every  changing  state  of  life. 

Each  bright,  each  clouded  scene. 
Give  me  a  meek  and  humble  mind, 
Still  equal  and  serene. 

6  Then  may  I  close  my  eyes  in  death. 

Free  from  all  anxious  fear  ; 
For  death  itself,  my  God !  is  life. 
If  thou  be  with  me  there. 


HYMN  CXXIV.     C.  M. 

Habitual  devotion. 

1  While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power ! 
Be  my  vain  wishes  stilPd  ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  fuTd. 


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2  Thy  love  the  powers  of  thought  bestow'd ; 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar  ; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flo'w'd  ; 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear 
Because  conferr'd  by  thee. 

i  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 
In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favoured  hour. 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resign'd  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  gath'ring  storm  shall  see ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear ; 
That  heart  shall  rest  on  thee  ! 


HYMN  CXXV.    L.  M. 

Fear  of  God. 

1  Great  Author  of  all  nature's  frame  ! 
Holy  and  rev'rend  is  thy  name ! 
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186  HYMNS. 

Thou,  Lord  of  life,  and  Lord  of  death, 
Worlds  rise  and  vanish  at  thy  breath. 

2  Nations,  in  thine  all-seeing  eye, 
Are  less  than  nothing,  vanity  ; 
Against  thee  who  shall  lift  his  hand  ? 
Before  thy  terrors  who  can  stand  ? 

3  But  blest  are  they,  O  gracious  Lord, 
Who  fear  thy  name,  and  hear  thy  word ! 
With  such  thy  dwelling  is,  on  those 
Thy  peace  its  joy  divine  bestows. 

4  Thy  wisdom  guides,  thy  power  defends 
Their  life,  till  life  its  journey  ends  ; 
Death  shall  convey  them  to  thy  seat, 
Where  all  thy  saints  in  glory  meet. 

5  O  that  my  soul,  with  awful  sense 
Of  thy  transcendent  excellence, 
May  close  the  day,  the  day  begin, 
Watchful  against  each  darling  sin  ! 

6  Never,  O  never  from  my  heart 
May  this  great  principle  depart ! 
But  act,  with  unabating  power, 
Within  me  to  my  latest  hour. 


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HYMN  CXXVI.     C.  M. 

Trust  in  God  founded  on  the  fear  of  God. 

1  Bless'd  is  the  man  who  fears  the  Lord ; 

His  well  establish'd  mind, 
In  every  varying  scene  of  life, 
Shall  true  composure  find. 

2  Oft  through  the  deep  and  stormy  sea 

The  heavenly  footsteps  lie  ; 
But  on  a  glorious  world  beyond 
His  faith  can  fix  its  eye. 

3  Though  dark  his  present  prospects  be, 

And  sorrows  round  him  dwell, 
Yet  hope  can  whisper  to  his  soul, 
That  all  shall  issue  well. 

4  Full  in  the  presence  of  his  God, 

Through  every  scene  he  goes  ; 
And,  fearing  him,  no  other  fear 
His  steadfast  bosom  knows. 

5  No  dangers  will  his  soul  alarm, 

No  gloomy  views  affright ; 
For  faith  assures  his  humble  heart 
Whatever  is,  is  right. 


188  HYMNS. 

HYMN  CXXVIL     L.  M. 

Trust  in  divine  goodness. 

1  My  God  !  I  thank  thee  ;  may  no  thought 
E'er  deem  thy  chastisements  severe  ; 
But  may  this  heart,  by  sorrow  taught, 
Calm  each  wild  wish,  each  idle  fear. 

2  Thy  mercy  bids  all  nature  bloom  ; 
The  sun  shines  bright,  and  man  is  gay ; 
Thine  equal  mercy  spreads  the  gloom, 
That  darkens  o'er  his  little  day. 

3  Full  many  a  throb  of  grief  and  pain 
Thy  frail  and  erring  child  must  know ; 
But  not  one  prayer  is  breath'd  in  vain, 
Nor  does  one  tear  unheeded  flow. 

4  Thy  various  messengers  employ  ; 
Thy  purposes  of  love  fulfil ; 

And  'mid  the  wreck  of  human  joy 
May  kneeling  faith  adore  thy  will. 


HYMN  CXXV1II.     C.  iff. 

Trust  in  God  in  prosperity  and  adversity. 

The  Lord — how  tender  is  his  love  ! 

His  justice  how  august ! 
Hence,  all  her  fears  my  soul  derives, 

There,  anchors  all  her  trust. 


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2  He  showers  the  manna  from  above, 

To  feed  the  barren  waste  ; 
Or  points  with  death  the  fiery  hail, 
And  famine  waits  the  blast. 

3  He  bids  distress  forget  to  groan ; 

The  sick  from  anguish  cease ! 
In  dungeons,  spreads  his  healing  wing, 
And  softly  whispers  peace. 

4  His  power  directs  the  rushing  wind, 

Or  tips  the  bolt  with  flame  ; 
His  goodness  breathes  in  every  breeze, 
And  warms  in  every  beam. 

5  For  me,  O  Lord !  whatever  lot 

The  hours  commission'd  bring,— 
Do  all  my  with'ring  blessings  die, 
Or  fairer  clusters  spring  ; 

0  O  grant,  that  still,  with  grateful  heart, 
My  years  resign'd  may  run ! 
'Tis  thine  to  give,  or  to  resume, 
And  may  thy  will  be  done  ! 


HYMN  CXXIX.     C.  M. 

Trust  in  God,  in  every  vicissitude. 

1   Father  divine  !  before  thy  view, 
All  worlds,  all  creatures  lie  ; 


190  HYMNS. 

No  distance  can  elude  thy  search, 
No  action  'scape  thine  eye. 

2  From  thee  our  vital  breath  we  drew  ; 

Our  childhood  was  thy  care ; 
And  vigorous  youth,  and  feeble  age, 
Thy  kind  protection  share. 

3  Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  turn, 

Thy  ceaseless  bounty  flows  ; 
Oppress'd  with  woe,  when  nature  faints, 
Thine  arm  is  our  repose. 

4  To  thee  we  look,  thou  Power  Supreme  ! 

O  still  our  wants  supply  ! 
Safe  in  thy  presence  may  we  live, 
And  in  thy  favour  die. 


HYMN  CXXX.     C.  M. 

Filial  submission. 

1  O  Lord,  my  best  desires  fulfil, 

And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  thy  will, 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command, 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears? 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears ! 


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3  No,  rather  let  me  freely  yield 
What  most  I  prize  to  thee, 
Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 
Nor  wilt  withhold  from  me. 

1  I  would  submit  to  all  thy  will, 
For  thou  art  good  and  wise ; 
Let  every  anxious  thought  be  still, 
Nor  one  faint  murmur  rise. 

5  Thy  love  can  cheer  the  darkest  gloom, 

And  bid  me  wait  serene, 
Till  hopes  and  joys  immortal  bloom, 
And  brighten  all  the  scene. 

6  My  Father !  O  permit  my  heart 

To  plead  her  humble  claim, 
And  ask  the  bliss  those  words  impart, 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 


HYMN  CXXXI.     C.  M. 

Dependence  on  God. 

1   Author  of  good  !  to  thee  I  turn  ; 
Thy  ever  wakeful  eye 
Alone  can  all  my  wants  discern, 
Thy  hand  alone  supply. 

I  O  let  thy  fear  within  me  dwell, 
Thy  love  my  footsteps  guide, 


192  HYMNS. 

That  love  shall  vainer  loves  expel, 
That  tear,  all  fears  beside, 

3  And  O,  by  error's  force  subdu'd, 

Since  oft  my  stubborn  will 
Prepost'rous  shuns  the  latent  good, 
And  grasps  the  specious  ill. 

4  Not  to  my  wish,  but  to  my  want, 

Do  thou  thy  gifts  apply  ; 
Unask'd,  what  good  thou  knowest,  grant. 
What  ill,  though  ask'd,  deny. 


HYMN  CXXXI1.     S.  M. 

God's  parental  character. 

1  My  Father ! — cheering  name ! 

0  may  I  call  thee  mine ! 

Give  me  with  humble  hope  to  claim 
A  portion  so  divine. 

2  This  can  my  fears  control, 
And  bid  my  sorrows  fly  ; 

What  real  harm  can  reach  my  soul 
Beneath  my  Father's  eye  ? 

3  Whate'er  thy  will  denies, 

1  calmly  would  resign  ; 

For  thou  art  just,  and  good,  and  wise  ; 
O  bend  my  will  to  thine ! 


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4  Whatever  thy  will  ordains, 

0  give  me  strength  to  bear  ; 
Still  let  me  know  a  father  reigns, 

And  trust  a  father's  care. 

5  If  anguish  rend  this  frame, 
And  life  almost  depart ; 

Is  not  thy  mercy  still  the  same 
To  cheer  my  drooping  heart  ? 

6  Thy  ways  are  little  known 
To  my  weak,  erring  sight ; 

Yet  shall  my  soul,  believing,  own 
That  all  thy  ways  are  right. 

7  My  Father  ! — blissful  name  ! 
Above  expression  dear  ! 

If  thou  accept  my  humble  claim, 

1  bid  adieu  to  fear. 


HYMN  CXXXIII.     Six  Line  L.  M. 

Reliance  on  God. 

1  The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care  ; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye ; 
My  noon -day  walks  he  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountains  pant, 

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194  HYMNS. 

To  fertile  vales,  and  dewy  meads, 
My  weary,  wand'ring  steps  he  leads  ; 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread, 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,  O  Lord !  art  with  me  still  ; 
Thy  friendly  staff  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  thro'  the  dreadful  shade. 

4  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  stray, 
Thy  bounty  shall  my  pains  beguile  ; 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 
With  lively  greens  and  herbage  crown'd, 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 


HYMN  CXXX1V.     P.  M. 

Gratitude  for  support  and  consolation. 

How  vast  is  the  tribute  I  owe 
Of  gratitude,  homage,  and  praise, 
To  the  giver  of  all  I  possess, 
The  life  and  the  length  of  my  days ! 

Thou  alone,  the  great  author  of  all ! 
The  faithful,  unchangeable  friend  ! 
Thou  alone  all  our  griefs  canst  remove, 
Thou  alone  from  all  evils  defend. 


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3  When  the  sorrows  I  boded  were  come, 
I  pour'd  out  my  sighs  and  my  tears  ; 
And  to  him  who  alone  can  relieve 

My   soul   breath'd    her   vows   and    her 
prayers. 

4  When  my  heart  throbb'd  with  pain  and 

alarm, 
When  paleness  my  cheek  overspread, 
When  sickness  pervaded  my  frame  ; 
Then  my  soul  on  my  Maker  was  staid. 

5  When  death's  awful  image  was  nigh, 
And  no  mortal  was  able  to  save, 

Thou  didst  brighten  the  valley  of  death, 
And  illumine  the  gloom  of  the  grave. 

6  In  mercy  thy  presence  dispels 
The  shades  of  calamity's  night ; 
And  turns  the  sad  scene  of  despair 
To  a  morning  of  joy  and  delight. 

7  Great  Source  of  my  comforts  restor'd ! 
Thou  healer  and  balm  of  my  woes  ! 
Thou  hope  and  desire  of  my  soul ! 
On  thy  mercy  I'll  ever  repose. 

8  How  boundless  the  gratitude  due 
To  thee,  O  thou  God  of  my  praise, 
The  fountain  of  all  I  possess, 
The  life  and  the  light  of  my  days ! 


196  HYMNS. 

HYMN  CXXXV.     C.  M. 

Security  of  the  righteous  in  time  of  danger. 

1  Thy  dreadful  power,  Almighty  God, 

Thy  works,  to  speak,  conspire  ; 
This  earth  declares  thy  fame  abroad. 
With  water,  air,  and  fire. 

2  At  thy  command,  in  glaring  streaks 

The  ruddy  lightning  flies ; 
Loud  thunder  the  creation  shakes, 
And  rapid  tempests  rise. 

3  Now  gathering  glooms  obscure  the  day, 

And  shed  a  solemn  night ; 
And  now  the  heavenly  engines  play, 
And  shoot  devouring  light. 

4  Th'  attending  sea  thy  will  performs, 

Waves  break  around  the  shore, 
And  toss,  and  foam  amidst  the  storms, 
And  dash,  and  rage,  and  roar. 

5  The  earth,  and  all  her  trembling  hills, 

Thy  marching  footsteps  own  ; 
A  shudd'ring  fear  her  bosom  fills, 
Her  hideous  caverns  groan. 

6  Great  God  !  when  terrors  thickest  throng 

Through  all  the  mighty  space, 
And  rattling  thunders  roar  along, 
And  the  fierce  lightnings  blaze  ; 


HYMNS.  197 

7  When  wild  confusion  wrecks  the  air, 

And  tempests  rend  the  skies, 
Whilst  blended  ruin,  clouds,  and  fire 
In  harsh  disorder  rise  ; 

8  Protected  by  thy  powerful  arm, 

We  rest,  from  danger  free, 
Though  death  should  strike,  he  cannot 
harm, 
For  we  are  still  with  thee. 


HYMN  CXXXVI.     CM. 

Confidence  in  God. 

1  Let  coward  guilt,  with  pallid  fear, 

To  shelt'ring  caverns  fly, 
And  justly  dread  the  vengeful  fate, 
That  thunders  through  the  sky. 

2  Protected  by  that  hand  whose  law 

The  threat'ning  storms  obey, 
Intrepid  virtue  smiles  secure, 
As  in  the  blaze  of  day. 

3  In  the  thick  cloud's  tremendous  gloom, 

The  lightning's  dismal  glare, 
It  views  the  same  all-gracious  power, 
That  breathes  the  vernal  air. 

4  Through  nature's  ever  varying  scene, 

By  diff'rent  ways  pursu'd  ; 
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198  HYMNS. 

The  one  eternal  end  of  heaven 
Is  universal  good. 

5  With  like  beneficent  effect, 

O'er  flaming  ether  glows, 
As  when  it  tunes  the  linnet's  voice, 
Or  blushes  in  the  rose. 

6  By  reason  taught  to  scorn  those  fears, 

That  vulgar  minds  molest, 
Let  no  fantastic  terrors  break 
The  pious  christian's  rest. 

7  When  through  creation's  vast  expanse. 

The  last  dread  thunders  roll, 
Untune  the  concord  of  the  spheres, 
And  shake  the  rising  soul ; 

§  Unmov'd,  may  we  the  final  storm 
Of  jarring  worlds  survey, 
That  ushers  in  the  glad  serene 
Of  everlasting  day ! 


HYMN  CXXXVII.     Six  Line  L.  M. 

God  the  source  of  consolation  and  health. 

1  'Tis  mercy  calls, — a  tribute  bring 
Of  grateful  homage  to  our  King ; 
In  strains  of  joy  proclaim  abroad 
The  boundless  mercy  of  our  God  ; 
'Tis  mercy  calls, — in  chorus  raise 
To  God  a  song,  of  heartfelt  praise* 


HYMNS.  199 

2  His  eye  beholds  each  anxious  fear, 
The  stifled  sigh,  the  silent  tear  ; 
He  sees  the  widow's  streaming  eye, 
He  hears  the  hungry  orphan's  cry  ; 
Depending  worlds  his  bounty  share, 
And  meanest  insects  are  his  care. 

3  Ye  pious,  but  dejected  minds, 
Whom  error  darkens,  weakness  binds, 
Lift  from  the  dust  your  mournful  eye, 
And  know,  the  Lord,  your  help,  is  nigh  ; 
Let  hope  in  every  bosom  spring, 

For  mercy  dwells  with  heaven's  high  King 

4  All  ye  who  feel  the  stroke  of  time, 

And  ye  whose  cheeks  confess  their  prime,, 
Your  Maker  and  Preserver  praise 
For  early  and  for  lengthen'd  days  ; 
Let  all  with  heartfelt  praises  sing 
The  mercies  of  our  heavenly  King. 


HYMN  CXXXVIII.    C.  M. 

On  recovery  from  sickness. 

My  God  !  thy  service  well  demands 
The  remnant  of  my  days  ; 

Why  was  this  fleeting  breath  renew'd 
But  to  renew  thy  praise  ? 

Thine  arms  of  everlasting  love 
Did  this  weak  frame  sustain. 


200 


HYMNS. 


When  life  was  hov'ring  o'er  the  grave. 
And  nature  sunk  in  pain. 

3  Calmly  I  watch'd  my  ebbing  life  ; 

I  knew  thy  time  was  best ; 
Nor  fear'd  t'  obey  my  Father's  call 
To  his  eternal  rest. 

4  Into  thy  hands,  my  gracious  God ! 

Did  I  my  soul  resign  ; 
And  humbly  trusted  in  thy  grace, 
For  pard'ning  love  is  thine. 

5  Back  from  the  borders  of  the  grave, 

At  thy  command  I  come  ; 
Nor  would  I  wish  a  speedier  flight 
To  my  celestial  home. 

6  Where  thou  appointest  mine  abode, 

There  would  I  choose  to  be  ; 
For  in  thy  presence  death  is  life, 
And  earth  is  heaven  with  thee. 


HYMN  CXXXIX.     C.  M. 

God  the  refuge  of  the  just. 

1  How  are  thy  servants  bless'd,  O  Lord  ! 

How  sure  is  their  defence  ! 
Eternal  wisdom  is  their  guide, 
Their  help,  omnipotence. 

2  In  foreign  realms,  and  lands  remote, 

Supported  by  thy  care. 


HYMNS.  201 

They  pass  unhurt  through  burning  climes, 
And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 

3  Thy  mercy  sweetens  every  soil, 

Makes  every  region  please  ; 
The  hoary  frozen  hills  it  warms, 
And  smooths  the  boist'rous  seas. 

4  Though  by  the  dreadful  tempest  toss'd 

High  on  the  broken  wave, 
They  know  thou  art  not  slow  to  hear. 
Nor  impotent  to  save. 

5  The  storm  is  laid,  the  winds  retire, 

Obedient  to  thy  will ; 
The  sea  that  roars  at  thy  command, 
At  thy  command  is  still. 

6  From  all  our  griefs  and  straits,  O  Lord ! 

Thy  mercy  sets  us  free, 
While  in  the  confidence  of  prayer 
Our  hearts  take  hold  on  thee. 

7  In  midst  of  dangers,  fears,  and  death. 

Thy  goodness  we'll  adore  ; 
And  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past, 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

8  Our  lives,  while  thou  preserv'st  our  lives. 

Thy  sacrifice  shall  be  ; 
And  O  may  death,  when  death  shall  come, 
Unite  our  souls  to  thee ! 


202  HYMNS. 

HYMN  CXL.     C.  M. 

Sciftty  in  God. 

1  Hear,  O  my  God !  in  mercy  hear 

Thy  suppliant's  humble  cry, 
Oppress'd  with  grief,  and  chill'd  by  fear, 
To  thee  I  lift  mine  eye. 

2  From  the  wide  earth's  remotest  bound, 

I  pour  the  fervent  prayer, 
Thy  sov'reign  balm  for  every  wound 
Can  reach  me,  even  there. 

3  When  anguish  overwhelms  my  heart, 

And  sorrow's  waves  roll  high, 
Then  graciously  thy  aid  impart, 
And  cheer  the  lifted  eye. 

4  O  lead  me  to  the  shadowing  rock 

That  lifts  its  friendly  form, 
For  there,  secure  from  every  shock, 
My  bark  shall  ride  the  storm. 

5  There,  in  the  haven  of  thine  arms, 

My  soul  shall  fear  no  ill, 
But  rest  secure  from  all  alarms, 
Since  thou  art  with  me  still. 

6  So  will  I  daily  tune  my  voice 

To  rapt'rous  songs  of  praise, 

Each  hour  with  gratitude  rejoice, 

And  hymns  of  gladness  raise. 


HYMNS.  203 

HYMN  CXLI.     L.  M. 

God  the  confidence  of  the  good  al  all  limes. 

1  Praise,  everlasting  praise,  be  paid 
To  him  who  earth's  foundations  laid  ; 
Praise  to  the  God,  whose  sov'reign  will 
All  nature's  laws  and  powers  fulfil . 

2  Praise  to  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word  ; 
Where  faith  contemplates  his  decrees, 
And  every  gracious  promise  sees. 

3  There  may  the  pious,  humble  mind, 
Support  in  all  its  troubles  find  ; 
And  on  that  mighty  God  may  stay, 
Whose  power  the  earth  and  heavens  dis- 
play. 

4  Whence  then  arise  distressing  fears  ? 
Why  do  wTe  still  indulge  our  tears  ? 
Or  why  without  those  comforts  live 
Our  God  and  Father  w7aits  to  give  ? 

5  O  for  a  strong  and  lasting  faith, 
To  credit  what  our  Father  saith  ! 
And,  having  done  his  will,  to  place 
A  trust  undoubting  in  his  grace  ! 

6  Should  earth  then  to  its  centre  shake, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break  ; 
Our  steady  souls  should  fear  no  more 
Than  solid  rocks  when  billows  roar. 


204  HYMNS. 

HYMN  CXLII.     C.  M. 

Seeking  protection  and  guidance  from  the  God  of  our  father*. 

1  O  God  of  Bethel !  by  whose  hand 

Thy  people  still  are  fed  ; 
Who  through  this  weary  pilgrimage, 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led ; 

2  Our  vows,  our  prayers,  we  now  present 

Before  thy  throne  of  grace  ; 
God  of  our  fathers  !  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

3  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life, 

Our  wand'ring  footsteps  guide  ; 
Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 

4  O  spread  thy  cov'ring  wings  around, 

Till  all  our  wand'rings  cease, 
And  at  our  Father's  lov'd  abode 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 

5  To  thee,  as  to  our  cov'nant  God, 

We'll  our  whole  souls  resign  ; 
And  thankful  own,  that  all  we  are, 
And  all  we  have  is  thine. 


HYMN  CXLI11.     L.  M. 

God  is  love. 

1  When  darkness  long  has  veil'd  my  mind. 
And  smiling  day  once  more  appears  ; 


HYMNS.  205 

Then,  my  Creator !  then  I  find 
The  folly  of  my  doubts  and  fears. 

2  Straight  I  upbraid  my  wand'ring  heart, 
And  blush  that  I  should  ever  be 
Thus  prone  to  act  so  base  a  part, 

Or  harbour  one  hard  thought  of  thee. 

3  O  let  me  then  at  length  be  taught 
What  I  am  still  so  slow  to  learn, — 
That  God  is  love,  and  changes  not, 
Nor  knows  the  shadow  of  a  turn. 

4  Sweet  truth,  and  easy  to  repeat ! 
But  when  my  faith  is  sharply  tried, 
I  find  myself  a  learner  yet, 
Unskilful,  weak,  and  apt  to  slide. 

5  But,  O  my  God !  one  look  from  thee 
Subdues  the  disobedient  will, 
Drives  doubt  and  discontent  away, 
And  thy  rebellious  child  is  still. 


HYMN  CXL1V.     C.  M. 

God  just  and  wise  in  afflictive  appointments. 

If  Providence,  to  try  my  heart, 
Afflictions  should  prepare ; 

To  God  submissive  may  I  bend, 
And  keep  me  from  despair. 
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206  HYMNS. 

2  Whate'er  he  orders  must  be  just ; 

Then  let  me  kiss  the  rod, 

Nor,  poorly  sunk,  at  all  distrust 

The  goodness  of  my  God. 

3  The  mind  to  which  I  owe  my  own, 

To  guide  this  mind  is  wise  ; 
And  he,  to  whom  my  faults  are  known, 
The  fittest  to  chastise. 

4  Then,  till  life's  latest  sands  are  run, 

O  teach  me,  Power  Divine ! 
Still  to  reply,  thy  will  be  done, 
Whate'er  becomes  of  mine. 


HYMN  CXLV.     C.  M. 

Benefit  of  affliction. 

1  O  God !  to  thee  my  sinking  soul 

In  deep  distress  doth  fly ; 
Thy  love  can  all  my  griefs  control, 
And  all  my  wants  supply. 

2  How  oft,  when  black  misfortune's  band 

Around  their  victim  stood, 
The  seeming  ill,  at  thy  command, 
Hath  chang'd  to  real  good. 

3  The  tempest  that  obscur'd  the  sky 

Hath  set  my  bosom  free 
From  earthly  care,  and  sensual  joy, 
And  turn'd  my  thoughts  to  thee. 


HYMNS.  207 

4  Affliction's  blast  hath  made  me  learn 

To  feel  for  others'  woe  ; 
And  humbly  seek,  with  deep  concern, 
My  own  defects  to  know. 

5  Then  rage,  ye  storms  !  ye  billows,  roar ! 

My  heart  defies  your  shock  ; 
Ye  make  me  cling  to  God  the  more, 
To  God,  my  sheltering  rock. 


HYMN  CXLVI.     CM. 

Submission  under  afflictive  providences. 

1  Naked  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 

And  rose  to  life  at  first, 
We  to  the  earth  shall  soon  descend, 
And  mingle  with  our  dust. 

2  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 

And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  but  short  favours  borrow'd  now, 
To  be  repaid  anon. 

3  'Tis  God  who  lifts  our  comforts  high. 

Or  sinks  them  in  the  grave, 
He  gives,  and  (blessed  be  his  name) 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

i  Peace,  all  our  angry  passions  then. 
Let  each  rebellious  sigh 
Be  silent  at  his  sov'reign  will, 
And  every  murmur  die. 


208  HYMNS. 

5  If  smiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 
Its  praises  shall  be  spread, 
And  we'll  adore  the  justice  too 
That  strikes  our  comforts  dead. 


HYMN  CXLVII.     CM. 

God  our  refuge  in  trouble. 

Thou  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 
On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise, 

On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 
For  thou  alone  canst  heal  ; 

Thy  promises  can  bring  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

But  when  these  gloomy  doubts  prevail. 

I  fear  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 

And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

Yet,  gracious  God,  where  shall  I  flee  ? 

Thou  art  my  only  trust ; 
And  still  my  soul  would  rise  to  thee, 

Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 

Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 

And  shall  I  seek  in  vain  ? 
And  can  the  ear  of  sov'reign  grace 

Be  shut  when  I  complain  ? 


HYMNS.  •      209 

6  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still, 
There  shall  my  soul  retreat ; 
With  humble  hope  attend  thee  still, 
And  wait  beneath  thy  feet. 


HYMN  CXLVIII.     L.  M. 

Dependence  on  God  under  the  loss  of  friends. 

1  The  God  of  love  will  sure  indulge 
The  flowing  tear,  the  heaving  sigh, 
When  righteous  persons  fall  around, 
When  tender  friends  and  kindred  die, 

2  Yet  not  a  murm'ring  thought  shall  e'er 
With  these  our  mourning  passions  blend ; 
Nor  would  our  bleeding  hearts  forget 
Th'  almighty,  ever-living  Friend. 

3  Beneath  a  numerous  train  of  ills, 
Our  feeble  flesh  and  heart  may  fail ; 
Yet  shall  our  hope  in  thee,  our  God, 
O'er  every  gloomy  fear  prevail. 

4  Parent  and  husband,  guard  and  guide, 
Thou  art  each  tender  name  in  one  ; 
On  thee  we  cast  our  every  care, 

And  comfort  seek  from  thee  alone. 

5  Our  Father  God,  thee  have  we  chose, 
Our  rock,  our  portion,  and  our  friend, 
And  on  thy  cov'nant  love  and  truth, 
Our  sinking  souls  shall  still  depend. 

18* 


U10  HYMNS. 

HYMN  CXLIX.     CM. 

Divine  mercy  moderating  affliction. 

1  Great  Ruler  of  all  nature's  frame  ! 

We  own  thy  power  divine  ; 
We  hear  thy  breath  in  every  storm  ; 
For  all  the  winds  are  thine. 

2  Wide  as  they  sweep  their  sounding  way. 

They  work  thy  sov'reign  will ; 
And,  aw'd  by  thy  majestic  voice, 
Confusion  shall  be  still. 

3  Thy  mercy  tempers  every  blast 

To  those  who  seek  thy  face  ; 
And  mingles  with  the  tempest's  roar. 
The  whispers  of  thy  grace. 

4  Those  gentle  whispers  let  us  hear, 

Till  all  the  tumult  cease, 
And  heavenly  hopes  and  prospects  rise 
To  sooth  our  souls  to  peace. 


HYMN  CL.     10s  M. 

God  the  source  of  light  and  comfort. 

I  O  thou,  whose  power  o'er  moving  worlds 

presides ! 
Whose  voice  created,  and  whose  wisdom 

guides ! 
On  darkling  man  in  pure  effulgence  shine. 
\nd  cheer  the  clouded  mind  with  light 

divine, 


HYMNS.  211 

2  'Tis  thine  alone  to  calm  the  pious  breast 
With  silent  confidence,  and  holy  rest ; 
From  thee,  great  God !  we  spring  ;    to 

thee  we  tend  ; 
Path,  motive,  guide,  original,  and  end. 


HYMN  CLI.     Six  Line  L.  M. 

Jesus  Christ. 

1  Sages  of  ancient  letter  d  times  ! 
In  every  age,  and  diff'rent  climes, 
For  wisdom  fam'd  among  mankind, 
Withdraw  your  thinly  scatter' d  rays, 
Before  the  broad,  o'erpowering  blaze 
Of  the  supreme,  eternal  mind. 

2  Mercy's  great  year,  in  heaven  enroll'd, 
By  seers  succeeding  seers  foretold, 
Was  now  with  solemn  pomp  unseal'd, 
Light  of  the  world,  Messiah  came, 

In  his  almighty  Father's  name, 
And  immortality  reveal'd. 

3  Fill'd  with  his  Fathers  strength  he  taught; 
The  dumb  in  rapture  speak  their  thought,. 
The  lame  man  bounding  like  the  roe ; 
The  blind  look  up  to  heaven,  stern  death 
Resigns  its  spoil,  and  from  his  breath 
Fierce  demons  shrink  to  shades  below. 

4  O  works  of  power,  O  works  of  love, 
Ethereal  embassage  to  prove, 


212  HYMNS. 

That  every  rising  doubt  control ; 
Earnest  of  love  and  power  more  strong, 
Which  to  the  Son  of  God  belong, 
To  heal  the  mis'ries  of  the  soul. 

5  Great  prophet,  Saviour,  worthy  thou 
That  every  knee  in  homage  bow, 
From  every  mouth  thy  praise  should  flow; 
All  thy  commands  are  mild  and  just, 
Thy  promise,  faithful  to  our  trust, 
Will  pardon,  peace,  and  heav'n  bestow. 


HYMN  CLII.     CM. 

The  mission  of  Christ. 

1  This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made  ; 

He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  This  day  arose  our  glorious  head, 

And  death's  dread  empire  fell ; 
This  day  the  saints  his  triumph  spread, 
And  all  its  wonders  tell. 

3  Bless'd  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men, 

With  messages  of  grace  ; 
Who  comes,  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
To  save  our  sinful  race  ! 

4  Hosanna !  in  the  highest  strains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raise ; 


HYMNS.  215 

The  highest  heavens  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 


HYMN  CLIII.     CM. 

appearance  of  angels  to  the  shepherds. 

1  While  shepherds  watch'd  their  flocks  by 

night, 
All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 

2  '  Fear  not,'  said  he,  (for  mighty  dread 

Had  seiz'd  their  troubled  mind) 
1  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you  and  all  mankind  ; 

3  '  To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day 

Is  born,  of  David's  line, 
The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord, 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign  ; — 

4  *  The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall  find, 

To  human  view  display'd, 
All  meanly  wrapt  in  swaddling  bands, 
And  in  a  manger  laid.' 

5  Thus  spake  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 

Appear'd  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God,  and  thus 
Address'd  their  joyful  song  ; — 


214  HYMNS. 

6  '  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ; 
Good  will  henceforth,  from  heaven  to  men, 
Begin  and  never  cease.' 


HYMN  CLIV.     H.  M. 

Nativity  of  Christ. 

1  Hark !  what  celestial  notes, 
What  melody  we  hear ! 
Soft  on  the  morn  it  floats, 
And  fills  the  ravish'd  ear. 

The  tuneful  shell         The  golden  lyre 
And  vocal  choir  The  concert  swell. 

2  Th'  angelic  hosts  descend, 
With  harmony  divine ; 

See  how  from  heaven  they  bend, 

And  in  full  chorus  join. 
Fear  not,  say  they,       Great  joy  we  bring  ; 
Jesus,  your  king,  Is  born  to-day. 

3  He  comes,  from  error's  night 
Your  wand'ring  souls  to  save  ; 
To  realms  of  bliss  and  light 
He  lifts  you  from  the  grave. 

This  glorious  morn,      (Let  all  attend  !) 
Your  matchless  friend,  Your  Saviour's  born. 

4  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

Ye  mortals,  spread  the  sound. 


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And  let  your  raptures  fly 
To  earth's  remotest  bound. 

For  peace  on  earth,     From  God  in  heaven. 

To  man  is  given,  At  Jesus'  birth. 


HYMN  CLV.     P.  M. 

Annunciation  of  ChrisVs  birth. 

1  No  war  nor  battle's  sound, 
Was  heard  the  world  around  ; 

No  hostile  chiefs  to  furious  combat  ran  ; 
But  peaceful  was  the  night, 
In  which  the  Prince  of  light 

His  reign  of  peace  upon  the  earth  began. 

2  The  shepherds  on  the  lawn, 
Before  the  point  of  dawn 

In  social  circle  sat ;  while  all  around 
The  gentle,  fleecy  brood, 
Or  cropp'd  the  flow'ry  food, 

Or  slept,  or  sported  on  the  verdant  ground. 

3  When  lo !  with  ravish'd  ears, 
Each  swain  delighted  hears 

Sweet  music,  offspring  of  no  mortal  hand  ; 
Divinely  warbled  voice, 
Answ'ring  the  stringed  noise, 

With  blissful  rapture  charm'd  the  list'ning 
band. 

4  They  saw  a  glorious  light 
Burst  on  their  wond'ring  sight. 


216  HYMNS. 

Harping  in  solemn  choir,  in  robes  array'd, 

The  helmed  cherubim 

And  sworded  seraphim 
Are  seen  in  glitf  ring  ranks,  with  wings  dis- 
played. 

5  Sounds  of  so  sweet  a  tone 
Before  were  never  known, 

But  when  of  old  the  sons  of  morning  sung, 

While  God  dispos'd  in  air 

Each  constellation  fair, 
And  the  well-balanc'd  world  on  hinges  hung 

6  '  Hail !  hail !  auspicious  morn  ! 
The  Saviour  Christ  is  born  ;' 

(Such  was  the  immortal  seraphs'  song  sub- 
lime,) 
'  Glory  to  God  in  heaven ! 
To  man  sweet  peace  be  given, 
Sweet  peace  and  friendship  to  the  end  of 
time  !' 


HYMN  CLVL     Six  Line  C.  M. 

Design  of  ChrisPs  mission. 

1  O  let  your  mingling  voices  rise, 
In  grateful  rapture  to  the  skies, 

And  hail  a  Saviour's  birth ! 
Let  songs  of  joy  the  day  proclaim, 
When  Jesus  all-triumphant  came 

To  bless  the  sons  of  earth. 


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2  He  came  to  bid  the  weary  rest, 
To  heal  the  sinner's  wounded  breast, 

To  bind  the  broken  heart ; 
To  spread  the  light  of  truth  around, 
And  to  the  world's  remotest  bound 

The  heavenly  gift  impart. 

o  He  came,  our  trembling  souls  to  save 
From  sin,  from  sorrow,  and  the  grave, 

And  chase  our  fears  away  ; 
Victorious  over  death  and  time, 
To  lead  us  to  a  happier  clime 
Where  reigns  eternal  day. 

4  Then  let  your  mingling  voices  rise 
In  grateful  rapture  to  the  skies, 

And  hail  a  Saviour's  birth  ! 
Let  songs  of  joy  the  day  proclaim, 
When  Jesus  all-triumphant  came 

To  bless  the  sons  of  earth. 


HYMN  CLVII.     C.  M. 

Song  of  the  angels. 

1  '  Shepherds,  rejoice  '  lift  up  your  eyes, 

And  send  you  fears  away ; 
News  from  the  region  of  the  skies, 
Salvation's  born  to-day. 

2  '  Jesus,  the  King  whom  angels  fear, 

Comes  down  to  dwell  with  vou  ; 
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218 


IIVMNS. 


To-day  he  makes  his  entrance  here, 
But  not  as  monarchs  do. 

3  6  No  gold,  nor  purple  swaddling  bands, 

Nor  royal  shining  things  ; 
A  manger  for  his  cradle  stands, 
And  holds  the  King  of  kings. 

4  '  Go,  shepherds,  where  the  infant  lies. 

And  see  his  humble  throne  ; 

With  tears  of  joy  in  all  your  eyes, 

Go,  shepherds,  kiss  the  Son.' 

5  Thus  Gabriel  sang,  and  strait  around 

The  heavenly  armies  throng  ; 
They  tune  their  harps  to  lofty  sound, 
And  thus  conclude  the  song  ; — 

6  Glory  to  God  who  reigns  above, 

Let  peace  surround  the  earth  ; 
Mortals  shall  know  their  Maker's  love, 
By  their  Redeemer's  birth.' 


HYMN  CLVIII.     Six  Line  C.  31. 

Man  to  join  in  the  song  of  angels. 

1  Arise,  and  hail  the  happy  day  ; 
Cast  all  low  cares  of  life  away, 

And  thought  of  meaner  things  ; 
This  day  to  cure  our  deadly  woes, 
The  sun  of  righteousness  arose, 

With  healing  in  his  wings. 


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2  If  angels  on  that  happy  morn, 
The  Saviour  of  the  world  was  born, 

Pour'd  forth  their  joyful  songs  ; 
Much  more  should  we  of  human  race, 
Adore  the  wonders  of  his  grace, 

To  whom  that  grace  belongs. 

•3  O  then  let  heaven  and  earth  rejoice, 
Let  every  creature  join  his  voice, 

To  hymn  the  happy  day  ; 
When  Satan's  empire  vanquish'cl  fell, 
And  all  the  powers  of  death  and  hell, 

Confess'd  his  sov'reign  sway. 


HYMN  CLIX.     L.M. 

Christ  the  image  of  the  invisible  God. 

1  Thou,  Lord !  by  mortal  eyes  unseen, 
And  by  thine  offspring  here  unknown, 
To  manifest  thyself  to  men, 

Hast  set  thine  image  in  thy  Son. 

2  As  the  bright  sun's  meridian  blaze 
O'erwhelms  and  pains  our  feeble  sight. 
But  cheers  us  with  his  softer  rays 
When  shining  with  reflected  light ; — 

1  So,  in  thy  Son,  thy  power  divine, 
Thy  wisdom,  justice,  truth,  and  love, 
With  mild  and  pleasing  lustre  shine, 
Reflected  from  thy  throne  above. 


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HYAIN&. 


4  Though  Jews,  who  granted  not  his  claim, 
Contemptuous  turn'd  away  their  face ; 
Yet  those,  who  trusted  in  his  name, 
Beheld  in  him  thy  truth  and  grace. 

5  O  thou !  at  whose  almighty  word 
Fair  light  at  first  from  darkness  shone, 
Teach  us  to  know  our  glorious  Lord, 
And  trace  the  Father  in  the  Son. 

6  While  we  thine  image  there  display'd. 
With  love  and  admiration  view, 
Form  us  in  likeness  to  our  Head, 
That  we  may  bear  thine  image  too. 


HYMN  CLX.     Z.  M. 

The  miracles  of  Christ, 

1  What  works  of  wisdom,  power,  and  love. 
Do  Jesus'  high  commission  prove  ; 
Attest  his  heaven-derived  claim, 

And  glorify  his  Father's  name  ! 

2  On  eyes  that  never  saw  the  day, 
He  pours  the  bright,  celestial  ray  ; 
And  deafen'd  ears  by  him  unbound, 
Catch  all  the  harmony  of  sound. 

3  Lameness  takes  up  its  bed,  and  goes 
Rejoicing  in  the  strength  that  flows 
Through  every  nerve ;  and,  free  from  pain, 
Fours  forth  to  God  the  grateful  strain. 


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The  shattered  mind  his  word  restores, 
And  tunes  afresh  the  mental  powers ; 
The  dead  revive,  to  life  return, 
And  bid  affection  cease  to  mourn. 

Canst  thou,  my  soul !  these  wonders  trace, 
And  not  admire  Jehovah's  grace  ? 
Canst  thou  behold  thy  Saviour's  power, 
And  not  the  God  he  serv'd  adore  r 


HYMN  CLXI.     L.  M. 

The  example  of  Christ. 

1  My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word  ; 

But  in  thy  life  thy  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  piety  and  zeal, 

Thy  def'rence  to  thy  Father's  will  ; 

Thy  love  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine, 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witness'd  the  fervour  of  thy  prayer  ; 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict  and  thy  vict'ry  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  ; 
Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name. 
Among  the  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb. 


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222  HYMNS. 

HYMN  CLXII.     CM. 

The  same  subject. 

1  Behold  !  where,  in  a  mortal  form, 

Appears  each  grace  divine  ; 
The  virtues,  all  in  Jesus  met, 
With  mildest  radiance  shine. 

2  To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  light, 

To  give  the  mourner  joy, 
To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 
Was  his  divine  employ. 

3  Lowly  in  heart,  to  all  his  friends 

A  friend  and  servant  found, 
He  wash'd  their  feet,  he  wip'd  their  tears. 
And  heal'd  each  bleeding  wound. 

4  'Mid  keen  reproach  and  cruel  scorn, 

Patient  and  meek  he  stood, 
His  foes  ungrateful  sought  his  life, — 
He  labour'd  for  their  good. 

5  To  God  he  left  his  righteous  cause, 

And  still  his  task  pursu'd, 
While  humble  prayer,  and  holy  faith, 
His  fainting  strength  renew'd. 

6  In  the  last  hour  of  deep  distress, 

Before  his  Father's  throne, 
With  soul  resign'd,  he  bow'd,  and  said 
'  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done !' 


HYMNS.  225 

Be  Christ  our  pattern  and  our  guide ! 

His  image  may  we  bear  ! 
O  may  we  tread  his  holy  steps, 

His  joy  and  glory  share  ! 


HYMN  CLXIII.     L.  M. 

Ch  rist  our  exemplar. 

1  Bless'd  Jesus,  how  divinely  bright ! 
In  thee  each  heavenly  virtue  shone, 
When  for  our  sakes  incarnate  here, 
How  justly  styl'd  the  '  Holy  One.' 

2  With  what  a  strong  and  vivid  flame, 
Did  thy  devotion  ever  rise  ? 
While  each  revolving  day  and  night, 
Witness'd  thy  visits  to  the  skies. 

3  The  guiltless  spirit,  and  the  mind, 
From  pride,  from  passion  ever  free, 
Patient,  and  just,  and  pure,  and  kind, 
Are  faint  descriptions,  Lord,  of  thee. 

4  Fain  would  I  wear  thy  lovely  form, 
And  in  each  sacred  virtue  shine  ; 
O  !  may  thy  spirit  on  my  soul, 
Deep  trace  the  portraiture  divine! 

5  Thou  blessed  sun,  with  quick'ning  rays, 
Pervade  this  cold  and  flinty  breast ; 
Kindle  up  life  through  all  my  powers, 
And  be  my  guide  to  endless  rest. 


224  HYMNS. 

6  Yes,  dear  Redeemer,  let  thy  love 
And  power,  these  sacred  gifts  impart : 
I'll  tune  to  thee  the  song  of  praise, 
With  glowing  gratitude  of  heart. 

7  The  list'ning  earth  shall  learn  thy  name, 
Approve,  and  echo  to  my  lay; 

Angels  and  saints  prolong  the  theme 
With  joy,  through  one  eternal  day. 


HYMN  CLXIV.     L.M. 

Chrisfs  submission  to  Jiis  Fat  litres  uill. 

1  i  Father  divine,'  the  Saviour  cried, 
While  horrors  press'd  on  every  side, 
And  prostrate  on  the  ground  he  lay, 
'Remove  this  bitter  cup  away. 

2  'But  if  these  pangs  must  still  be  borne, 
And  stripes,  and  wounds,  and  cruel  scorn, 
I  bowT  my  soul  before  thy  throne,- 

And  say — Thy  uill,  not  mine,  be  done' 

3  Thus  our  submissive  souls  would  bow7, 
And,  taught  by  Jesus,  lie  as  low  ; 
Q\v  hearts,  and  not  our  lips  alone 
Would  say, —  Thy  icill,  not  ours,  be  done. 


jiyivixs.  225 

HYMN  CLXV.     C.  ML 

Christ"1  s  Regard  for  hi  tie  children. 

1  See  Israel's  gentle  shepherd  stand 

With  all-engaging  charms; 
Hark,  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs. 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms. 

2  i  Permit  them  to  approach,'  he  cries, 

Nor  scorn  their  humble  name ; 
For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these, 
The  Lord  of  angels  came.' 

3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  in  thankful  hands. 

And  yield  them  up  to  thee  ; 
Joyful,  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 

4  Ye  little  flock,  with  pleasure  hear: 

Ye  children,  seek  his  face; 
And  fly  with  transport  to  receive 
The  blessings  of  his  grace. 

5  If  orphans  they  are  left  behind, 

Thy  guardian  care  we  trust; 
That  care  shall  heal  our  bleeding  hearts, 
If  weeping  o'er  their  dust. 


HYMN  CLXVI.     L.M. 

Hi.nn  for  baptism. 

1   This  child  we  dedicate  to  thee, 
Q  God  of  grace  and  purity! 


226*  HYMNS. 

Shield  it  from  sin  and  threatening  wrong, 
And  let  thy  love  its  life  prolong. 

2  O  may  thy  spirit  gently  draw 
Its  willing  soul  to  keep  thy  law; 
May  virtue,  piety  and  truth, 
Dawn  even  with  its  dawning  youth. 

3  We  too,  before  thy  gracious  sight, 
Once  shared  the  blest  baptismal  rite, 
And  would  renew  its  solemn  vow 

With  love,  and  thanks,  and  praises  now. 

4  Grant  that  with  true  and  faithful  heart, 
We  still  may  act  the  christian's  part, 
Cheer'd  by  each  promise  thou  hast  given, 
And  laboring  for  the  prize  in  heaven. 

5  Thou  God  and  Father  of  us  all, 
O  let  thy  blessing  on  us  fall, 
Teach  us  a  grateful  life  to  live, 
Alia  still  thy  daily  mercies  give. 

6  But  first  that  richest  gift  impart, 
The  faith  of  an  obedient  heart, 
Fast  bound  to  Jesus  Christ  in  love, 
And  rip'ning  for  the  joys  above. 


HYMN  CLXVII.     C.  M. 

Institution  of  the  LoroV's  supper. 

I  'Twas  on  that  dark,  and  doleful  night, 
When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose. 


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Against  Messiah,  God's  delight, 
And  friends  betray' d  him  to  his  toes; 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread  and  broke  and  bless'd  ; 
What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran! 
What  wond'rous    grace    his   words  ex- 

press'd. 

3  'This  is  my  body,  broke  for  sin, 
Receive  and  eat  the  living  food ;' 

Then  took  the  cup  and  bless'd  the  wine ; 
''Tis  the  new  covenant  in  my  blood. 

4  'Do  this,  (he  cried)  till  time  shall  end, 
In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  friend, 
Meet  at  my  table  and  record 

The  love  of  your  departed  Lord.' 


HYMN  CLXVIII.     L.M. 

'  This  do  in  remembrance  of  me? 

1  'Eat,  drink,  in  mem'ry  of  your  friend!' 
Such  was  our  Master's  last  request; 
Who  all  the  pangs  of  death  endur'd, 
That  we  might  live  for  ever  blest. 

2  Yes,  we'll  record  thy  matchless  grace, 
Thou  dearest,  tendVest,  best  of  friends! 
Thy  dying  love  the  noblest  praiso 

Of  long  eternity  transcends. 


22%  HYMNS. 

3  'Tis  pleasure  more  than  earth  can  give, 
Thy  goodness  through  these  veils  to  see* 
Thy  table  food  celestial  yields; 

And  happy  they  who  sit  with  thee. 

4  But  O!  «what  vast  transporting  joys 
Shall  fill  our  breasts,  our  tongues  inspire, 
When, join'd  with  the  celestial  train, 
Our  grateful  souls  thy  love  admire ! 


HYMN  CLIX.     L.  M. 

Ctltbrution  of  the  Lorfrs  supper. 

This  feast  was  Jesus'  high  behest, 
This  cup  of  thanks  his  last  request; 
Ye,  who  can  feel  his  worth,  attend, 
Eat,  drink,  in  mem'ry  of  your  friend. 

Around  the  patriot's  bust  ye  throng, 
Him  ye  exalt  in  swelling  song ; 
For  him  the  wreath  of  glory  bind, 
Who  freed  from  vassalage  his  kind. 

And  shall  not  he  your  praises  reap, 
Who  rescues  from  the  iron  sleep — 
The  great  Deliverer,  whose  breath 
Unbinds  the  captives  e'en  of  death  ? 

Shall  he,  who  fellow-men  to  save, 
Became  a  tenant  of  the  grave, 
Unthank'd,  uncelebrated,  rise, 
Pass  unremember'd  to  the  skies  ? 


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Christians !  unite  with  loud  acclaim, 
To  hymn  the  Saviour's  welcome  name ; 
On  earth  extol  his  wondrous  love  ; 
Repeat  his  praise  in  worlds  above. 


HYMN  CLXX.     C.  31. 

The  dispositions  proper  for  the  communion . 

1  O  here,  if  ever,  God  of  love  ! 

Let  strife  and  hatred  cease  ; 
And  every  heart  harmonious  move, 
And  every  thought  be  peace. 

2  Not  here,  where  met  to  think  on  him 

Whose  latest  thoughts  were  ours, 
Shall  mortal  passions  come  to  dim 
The  prayer  devotion  pours. 

.3  No,  gracious  Master !  not  in  vain 
Thy  life  of  love  hath  been  ; 
The  peace  thou  gav'st  may  yet  remain, 
Though  thou  no  more  art  seen. 

4  '  Thy  kingdom  come  ;'  we  watch,  we  wait 
To  hear  thy  cheering  call ; 
"When  heaven  shall  ope  its  glorious  gate. 
And  God  be  all  in  all. 
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23tt  11VMNS. 

HYMN  CLXXI.     CM. 

The  same  subject. 

1  Ye  folPwers  of  the  Prince  of  peace. 

Who  round  his  table  draw  ! 
Remember  what  his  spirit  was, 
What  his  peculiar  law. 

2  The  love,  which  all  his  bosom  fhTd, 

Did  all  his  actions  guide  ; 
lnspir'd  by  love,  he  liv'd  and  taught ; 
Inspir'd  by  love,  he  died. 

3  Let  all  the  sacred  law  fulfil ; 

Like  his  be  every  mind ; 
Be  every  temper  form'd  by  love, 
And  every  action  kind. 

4  Let  none,  who  call  themselves  his  friends. 

Disgrace  the  honour' d  name  ; 
But  by  a  near  resemblance  prove 
The  title  which  they  claim. 


HYMN  CLXXII.     X.  31. 

Invitation  to  the  Lordfs  supper. 

\  Father !  and  is  thy  table  spread  ? 
And  does  thy  cup  with  love  o'erflow  ? 
Thither  be  all  thy  children  led, 
And  let  them  all  its  sweetness  know. 

2  O  let  thy  table  honour'd  be, 

And  furnish'd  well  with  joyful  guests  ; 


HYMNS. 


2.31 


And  may  each  soul  salvation  see, 
That  here  its  sacred  pledges  tastes. 

3  Let  crowds  approach,  with  hearts  pre- 

paid ; 
With  warm  desire  let  all  attend  ; 
Nor,  when  we  leave  our  Father's  board. 
The  pleasure  or  the  profit  end. 

4  Revive  thy  dying  churches,  Lord  ! 
And  bid  our  drooping  graces  live  ; 
And  more  that  energy  afford, 

A  Saviour's  death  alone  can  give. 

5  Nor  let  thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run. 
Till  with  this  bread  all  men  be  blest, 
Who  see  the  light  or  feel  the  sun  ! 


HYMN  CLXX1II.     Z.  M. 

Contemplation  of  the  love  of  Jesus. 

1  'See  how  he  lov'd!'  exclaimed  the  Jews, 
As  tender  tears  from  Jesus  fell ; 

My  grateful  heart  the  thought  pursues. 
And  on  the  theme  delights  to  dwell. 

2  See  how  he  lov'd,  who  travell'd  on 
Teaching  the  doctrine  from  the  skies  ; 
Who  bade  disease  and  pain  be  gone, 
And  called  the  sleeping  dead  to  rise. 


232  HYMNS- 

o  See  how  he  lov'd,  who,  firm,  yet  mild, 
Patient  endur'd  the  scoffing  tongue; 
Though  oft  provok'd,  he  ne'er  revil'd, 
Nor  did  his  greatest  foe  a  wrong. 

4  See  how  he  lov'd,  who  never  shrank 
From  toil  or  danger,  pain  or  death  ; 
Who  all  the  cup  of  sorrow  drank, 
And  meekly  yielded  up  his  breath. 

13  See  how  he  lov'd,  who  died  for  man, 
Who  labour'd  thus,  and  thus  endur'd. 
To  finish  the  all-gracious  plan, 
Which  life  and  heaven  to  man  secur'cL 

6  Such  love  can  we,  unmov'd,  survey? 
O  may  our  breasts  with  ardour  glow- 
To  tread  his  steps,  his  laws  obey, 
And  thus  our  warm  affection  show! 


HYMN  CLXXIV.     8.  M. 

Sufferings,  death  and  resurrection  of  Christ. 

1  Author  of  life  and  bliss! 
Thy  goodness  I  adore. 

O  give  me  strength  to  speak  thy  praise, 
And  grace  to  love  thee  more ! 

2  First  for  this  world,  so  fair, 
My  daily  thanks  shall  rise  ; 

For  every  comfort,  every  joy, 
Thy  bounteous  hand  supplies. 


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3  But  yet  a  nobler  cause 
Demands  my  warmest  love  ; 

Can  words  describe  the  wond'rous  gift 
Descending  from  above  ? 

4  The  Saviour  dwelt  on  earth  ; 
He  died,  that  we  might  live ; 

Endurd  the  sorrows  of  the  cross. 
Immortal  hope  to  give. 

5  Ah  who  can  tell  the  scorn 
That  our  Redeemer  bore  ? 

Or  who  describe  the  mental  grief, 
Which  his  blest  bosom  tore  ? 

6  Low  in  the  grave  he  lay, 
While  darkness  veifd  the  skies. 

But  lo!— 5ie  bursts  the  bands  of  death ; 
To  glory  see  him  rise! 

7  Father!  this  work  is  thine; 
For  us  thou  gav'st  thy  Son. 

O  may  we  all  devoted  be, 
And  live  to  thee  alone ! 


HYxMN  CLXXV.     C.  31. 

Death,  resurrection  and  ascension  of  Christ. 

The  gracious  Saviour  bow'd  his  head. 

And  drew  his  parting  breath; 
And  as  he  liv'd  to  vanquish  sin, 

He  died  to  conquer  death. 
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2o4  HYM.NS. 

2  Three  days — so  high  behests  ordain'd, 

Death  triumph' d  o'er  his  prize; 
The  hour  of  grace  at  length  arriv'd, 
Behold  the  conqueror  rise ! 

3  He  rose  triumphant  to  his  God ; 

He  win  of  d  to  heaven  his  flight, 
Where  endless  asres  he  shall  reign 
Entliron'd  in  realms  of  light* 

4  Wond'rous  the  grace,  that  gave  to  death 

The  bestbelov'd  of  God; 
That  bade  the  Saviour  feel  for  us 
Affliction's  keenest  rod. 

5  With  every  grateful  thought  inspir'd, 

Devoutly  let  us  raise 
Our  humble  voice  to  mercy's  throne. 
In  never  ceasing  praise. 

6  Nor  this  be  all — the  grateful  life 

Should  speak  the  thankful  mind : 
The  heart  that  feels  redemption's  good, 
Should  be  to  good  inclin'd. 


HYMN  CLXXVI.     CM. 

Christ's  death  and  exaltation. 

I   Ye  humble  souls!  who  seek  the  Lord. 
Chase  all  your  fears  away; 
Vnd  bow  with  transport  down  to  see 
The  place  where  Jesus  lay. 


HYMNS.  235 

2  His  life  for  us  he  freely  gave ; 

Such  wonders  love  can  do ; 
Tims,  cold  in  death,  that  bosom  lay, 
Which  throbb'd  and  bled  for  you. 

3  A  moment  give  your  hearts  to  grief, 

And  mourn  your  Saviour  slain  : 
Then  dry  your  tears,  and  tune  your  songs, 
The  Saviour  lives  again! 

4  High  o'er  the  angelic  bands  he  rears 

His  once  dishonoured  head ; 
And  through  unnumber'd  years  lie  reigns. 
Who  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

5  With  cheerful  hope  may  every  saint 

The  vale  of  death  survey  ; 
Then  rise  with  his  ascending  Lord, 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 


HYMN  LXXVI1.     Is  M. 

Christ  risen,  and  Death  vanquished. 

1  Angel,  roll  the  rock  away! 
Death,  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey! 
See,  he  rises  from  the  tomb, 

Glowing  in  immortal  bloom!  Hallelujah! 

2  Mortals,  join  in  rapfrous  song, 
Let  the  notes  be  sweet  and  strong; 
Hail  the  Son  of  God,  this  morn 
From  his  sepulchre  new-born! 


236  HYMNS. 

3  Powers  of  heaven,  celestial  choirs, 
Sing,  and  sweep  your  sounding  lyres  ! 
Sons  of  men,  in  joyful  strain, 

Hail  your  mighty  Saviour's  reign ! 

4  Every  note  with  rapture  swell, 
And  the  Saviour's  triumph  tell  : 
Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting? 
Where  thy  terrors,  vanquish'd  king. 


HYMN  CLXXV1I1.     7s  M. 

Christ  risen,  and  the  work  of  redemption  finished. 

1  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to  day, 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say  ; 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high  ; 
Sing,  ye  heavens,  and  earth  reply. 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won ; 
Lo  !  our  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er, 
Lo  !  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal! 
Christ  has  burst  the  gates  of  hell ; 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise  ; 
Christ  has  open'd  paradise. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  king  ; 
Where,  O  death  !  is  now  thy  sting  b 
Dying  once  he  all  doth  save ; 
Wliere  thy  vict'ry  now,  O  grave ! 


HYMNS.  23-/ 

HYMN  CLXXIX.    P.  M. 

Resurrtction  of  Christ,  and  immortality  secured. 

1  Lift  your  glad  voices  in  triumph  on  high, 
For  Jesus  hath  risen,  and  man  cannot  die. 

Vain  were  the  terrors  that  frather'd  around 

him, 
And  short  the  dominion  of-  death  and  the 

grave ; 
He  burst  from  the  fetters  of  darkness  that 

bound  him, 
Resplendent  in  glory,  to  live  and  to  save. 

Loud  was  the  chorus  of  angels  on  high, 
'  The  Saviour  hath  risen,  and  man  shall 
not  die.' 

2  Glory  to  God,  in  full  anthems  of  joy  ; 
The  being  he  gave  us,  death  cannot  des- 
troy. 

Sad  were  the  life  we  must  part  with  to- 
morrow, 

If  tears  were  our  birthright,  and  death  were 
our  end  ; 

But  Jesus  hath  cheer'd  the  dark  valley  of 
sorrow, 

And  bade  us,  immortal,  to  heaven  ascend. 

Lift  then  your  voices  in  triumph  on  high, 
For  Jesus  hath  risen,  and  man  shall  not 
die. 


SS8  imi.vs. 

HYMN  CLXXX.     L.  JU. 

Resurrection  of  Christ,  and  blessings  of  salvation. 

1  Hosanna  !  let  us  join  to  sing 
The  glories  of  our  rising  king ; 
Recount  his  victories,  and  tell 
How  Jesus  triumph' d  when  he  fell. 

2  Soon  as  the  morning's  earliest  ray 
Brings  on  the  third,  th'  appointed  day, 
Behold  an  angel  from  the  skies 

Roll  back  the  stone,  and  Jesus  rise. 

3  With  strength  immortal,  forth  he  comes, 
And  power  and  life  from  God  resumes ; 
The  days  of  pain  and  sorrow  past, 

His  triumph  shall  for  ever  last. 

4  Ye  tribes  of  Adam  !  raise  the  song  ; 
And,  with  your  noblest  notes,  prolong 
The  triumphs  of  that  day  of  grace, 
Which  seal'd  salvation  to  our  race. 

5  Salvation — joy-inspiring  theme  ! 
Best  gift  of  him  who  reigns  supreme  ; 
Sweet  balm  of  every  human  woe, 
And  source  of  boundless  joy  below  ! 

6  Salvation — sons  of  men  !  record 
The  glories  of  your  dying  Lord  ; 
The  triumphs  of  the  Saviour  tell, 
Who  died,  and  conquer'd  when  he  fell. 


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HYMN  CLXXXI.     L.  M. 

ChrisCs  resurrection  and  ascension. 

1  Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
Our  Saviour  is  ascended  high  ; 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
DraggM  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2  There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  their  solemn  lay  ; 

*  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates  ! 
Ye  everlasting  doors  !  give  way.' 

3  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 
And  wide  unfold  the  ethereal  scene  ; 
lie  bursts  the  bands  of  death  and  night, 
And  heaven  receives  the  Conqueror  in. 

4  Whom  did  the  Lord  of  life  subdue  ? 
The  tyrant  death,  his  arm  overcame, 
The  world  and  hell  his  power  o'erthrew  ; 
And  Jesus  is  the  Conqueror's  name. 

5  Who  is  the  King  of  glory — who  ? 

The  Christ,  with  God's  own  power  pos- 

sess'd, 
And  made  our  King  and  Saviour  too  ; — 
Thanks  be  to  God,  for  ever  bless'd ! 


HYMN  CLXXXIT.     Is  M. 

Ascension  of  Christ. 

1  Jesus,  our  triumphant  head, 
Risen  victorious  from  the  dead. 


246  mm. 

To  the  realms  of  glory's  gone, 
To  ascend  his  rightful  throne, 

2  Cherubs  on  the  Conqueror  gaze, 
Seraphs  glow  with  brighter  blaze  ; 
Each  bright  order  of  the  sky 
Hails  him  as  he  passes  by. 

3  Heaven  its  King  congratulates, 
Opens  wide  her  golden  gates. 
Angels  songs  of  vict'ry  bring; 
All  the  blissful  regions  ring, 

4  Sinners,  join  the  heavenly  powers : 
For  redemption  all  is  ours. 
Humble  penitents  shall  prove 
Blood-bought  pardon,  dying  love. 

5  Hail,  thou  dear,  thou  worthy  Lord  ; 
Holy  Lamb  !  incarnate  word  ! 
Hail,  thou  suff'ring  Son  of  God  ! 
Take  the  trophies  of  thy  blood. 


HYMN  CLXXXIII.     H.  M. 

Christ  seen  of  angels. 

1  O  ye  immortal  throng 
Of  angels  round  the  throne  ! 
Join  with  our  feeble  song 
To  make,  the  Saviour  known  ; 
On  earth  ye  knew       His  wondrous  grace 
His  radiant  face  In  heaven  ye  view. 


HYMNS. 


241 


2  Ye  saw  the  heaven-born  child 
In  human  flesh  array'd  ; 
Benevolent  and  mild, 
While  in  the  manger  laid  ; 

And  praise  to  God        And  peace  on  earth. 
For  such  a  birth,  Proclaim'd  aloud. 

3  Ye  in  the  wilderness 
Beheld  the  tempter  spoil'd, — 
Well  known  in  every  dress, 
In  every  combat  foil'd  ; 

And  joy'd  to  crown         The  victor's  head, 
When  Satan  fled  Before  his  frown. 

4  Around  the  bloody  tree 

Ye  press'd  with  strong  desire, 
That  wondrous  sight  to  see, 
The  Lord  of  life  expire  ; 

And  could  your  eyes     Have  known  a  tear. 

Had  dropp'd  it  there      In  sad  surprise. 

5  Around  his  sacred  tomb 
A  willing  watch  ye  keep, 
Till  the  bless'd  moment  come 
To  rouse  him  from  his  sleep ; 

Then  roll'd  the  stone,     And  all  ador'd 
Your  rising  Lord,  With  joy  unknown. 

6  When  all  array'd  in  light 
The  shining  Conqueror  rode, 
Ye  hail'd  his  rapt'rous  flight 
Up  to  the  throne  of  God  : 

2\ 


2A2  HYMNS. 

And  wav'cl  around  Your  golden  wings. 

And  struck  your  strings  Of  sweetest  sound. 

7  The  warbling  notes  pursue, 
And  louder  anthems  raise  ; 
While  mortals  sing  with  you 
Their  own  Redeemer's  praise. 
And  thou,  my  heart !        With  equal  flame, 
And  joy  the  same,  Perform  thy  part. 

HYMN  CLXXXIV.     CM. 

1  Worthy  is  the  Lamb  that  was  slain.'' 

1  Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 

With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  '  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,'  they  cry, 

'  To  be  exalted  thus  ;' 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  lips  reply, 
For  he  was  slain  for  us. 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine, 

4  Let  all  who  dwell  above  the  sky, 

In  air,  on  earth,  in  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

T  o  bless  the  sacred  name 


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©f  him,  who  sits  upon  the  throne. 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb  ! 


HYMN  CLXXXV.     H.  M. 

"  Thanks  be  to  God,  tcho  giveth  us  the  victory.'' 

1   Thanks  be  to  God  the  Lord, 
The  victory  is  ours  ; 
And  hell  is  overcome 
By  Christ's  triumphant  powers ! 
The  monster  sin  In  chains  is  bound, 

And  death  has  felt  His  mortal  wound. 

-2  Oppress'd  with  guilt  and  woe, 
In  darkness  long  we  lay, 
Till  Christ  on  earth  appear'd, 
Then  all  was  boundless  day  ; 
With  terror  struck,         The  host  of  night 
Fled  in  despair,  To  shun  the  light. 

3  Now  o'er  the  vanquish'd  tomb 
Behold  his  trophy  blaze, — 
The  banner  of  the  cross, 
That  pours  its  streaming  rays, 

To  mark  the  path         Where  Jesus  trod. 
And  upward  guide       Our  steps  to  God. 

4  Give  thanks  to  God  the  Lord, 
The  victory  is  ours  ; 

For  hell  is  overcome 

By  Christ's  triumphant  powers  ! 
The  hymn  of  joy         Exulting  raise, 
And  shout  aloud  The  Saviours  praise. 


244  HY'MSs. 

HYMN  CLXXXVI.     L.  M. 

The  kingdom  of  Christ, 

1  Jesus  shall  reign,  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore* 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 


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Thro'  him  shall  endless  prayers  be  made. 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  his  head ; 
His  name  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise* 
With  every  daily  sacrifice. 

3  From  north  to  south  shall  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet ; 

And  barb'rous  nations,  at  his  word, 
Submit  and  bow,  and  own  their  Lord. 

4  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  grateful  song ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

5  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns, 
The  pris'ner  leaps  to  loose  his  chains ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

6  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  King ! 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  long  Amen. 


HYMNS.  245 

HYMN  CLXXXVII.     C.  M. 

Universal  extent  of  Chrisfs  kingdo7i\. 

1  O'er  mountain  tops,  the  mount  of  God, 

In  latter  days,  shall  rise 
Above  the  summits  of  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  wond'ring  eyes. 

2  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 

All  tribes  and  tongues  shall  flow ; 
Up  to  the  mount  of  God,  they  say, 
And  to  his  house  we'll  go. 

3  The  beams  that  shine  from  Sion's  hill 

Shall  lighten  every  land ; 
The  King  who  reigns  in  Salem's  towers, 
Shall  the  whole  world  command. 

4  Among  the  nations  he  shall  judge, 

His  judgments  truth  shall  guide  ; 
His  sceptre  shall  protect  the  just, 
And  crush  the  sinners  pride. 

5  No  war  shall  rage,  nor  hostile  strife 

Disturb  those  happy  years  ; 
To  plough-shares  men  shall  beat  their 
swords, 
To  pruning-hooks  their  spears. 

6  No  longer  hosts,  encount'ring  hosts, 

Shall  crowds  of  slain  deplore  ; 
They'll  lay  the  martial  trumpet  by, 
And  study  war  no  more. 

21* 


&46  H5TMNS. 

HYMN  CLXXXVIII.     7  &  6*  M. 

1  Ht  shall  have  dominion  from  sea  to  seaS 

1  Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed  ! 

Great  David's  greater  Son ; 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begun. 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free  ; 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes,  with  succour  speedy. 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong  ; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong  ; 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Whose  souls,  condemn'd  and  dying, 

Were  precious  in  his  sight. 

3  By  such  shall  he  be  fear'd, 

While  sun  and  moon  endure, 
Belov'd,  obey'd,  rever'd ; 

For  he  shall  judge  the  poor, 
Through  changing  generations, 

With  justice,  mercy,  truth, 
While  stars  maintain  their  stations, 

Or  moons  renew  their  youth. 

4  He  shall  come  down,  like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth. 


HniNs.  247 

And  love,  joy,  hope,  like  flowers, 
Spring  in  his  path  to  birth : 

Before  him,  on  the  mountains, 
Shall  Peace  the  herald  go  ; 

And  righteousness  in  fountains 
From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

5  Arabia's  desert-ranger, 

To  him  shall  bow  the  knee  ; 
The  Ethiopian  stranger 

His  glory  come  to  see  ; 
With  off  rings  of  devotion, 

Ships  from  the  isles  shall  meet, 
To  pour  the  wealth  of  ocean 

In  tribute  at  his  feet. 

6  Kings  shall  fall  down  before  him, 

And  gold  and  incense  bring  ; 
All  nations  shall  adore  him, 

His  praise  all  people  sing  ; 
For  he  shall  have  dominion 

O'er  river,  sea,  and  shore, 
Far  as  the  eagle's  pinion, 

Or  dove's  hVht  wing  can  soar. 

7  For  him  shall  prayer  unceasing, 

And  daily  vows,  ascend  ; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end  ; 
The  mountain-dews  shall  nourish 

A  seed  in  weakness  sown, 
Whose  fruit  shall  spread  and  flourish. 

And  shake  like  Lebanon. 


248  HYMNS. 

8  O'er  every  foe  victorious, 

He  on  his  throne  shall  rest, 
From  age  to  age  more  glorious, 

All-blessing  and  all-blest: 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove ; 
His  name  shall  stand  for  ever  ; 

That  name  to  us  is — Love. 


HYMN  CLXXXIX.     8  &  Is  M. 

The  future  peace  and  glory  of  the  church. 

Hear  what  God,  the  Lord,  hath  spoken, 

'Q  my  people  !  faint  and  few, 
Comfortless,  afflicted,  broken  ; 

Fair  abodes  I  build  for  you  : 
There,  like  streams  that  feed  the  garden. 

Pleasures  without  end  shall  flow  ; 
For  the  Lord  your  faith  rewarding, 

All  his  bounty  will  bestow. 

'  There,  in  undisturb'd  possession, 

Peace  and  righteousness  shall  reign  : 
Never  shall  you  feel  oppression, 

Never  hear  of  war  again. 
God  will  rise,  and  shining  o'er  you, 

Change  to  day  the  gloom  of  night; 
He,  the  Lord,  will  be  your  glory, 

God,  your  everlasting  light.' 


HYMNS.  249 

HYMN  CXC.     L.  M. 

(JEWISH  HYMN.) 

God  still  with  his  ancient  people,  who  are  of  a  humbte 
and  contrite  heart. 

1   When  Israel,  of  the  Lord  belov'd, 
Out  from  the  land  of  bondage  came, 
Her  father's  God  before  her  mov'd, 
An  awful  guide  in  smoke  and  flame.  • 

1  By  day,  along  th'  astonish'd  lands, 
The  cloudy  pillar  glided  slow  ; 
By  night,  Arabia's  crimson'd  sands 
Return'd  the  fiery  column's  glow. 

3  There  rose  the  choral  hymn  of  praise, 
And  trump  and  timbrel  answer'd  keen  ; 
And  Sion's  daughters  pour'd  their  lays, 
With  priests  and  warrior's  voice  between. 

4  No  portents  now  our  foes  amaze, 
Forsaken  Israel  wanders  lone  ; 

Our  fathers  would  not  know  thy  ways. 
And  thou  hast  left  them  to  their  own. 

5  But  present  still,  though  now  unseen  ! 
When  brightly  shines  the  prosp'rous  day, 
Be  thoughts  of  thee  a  cloudy  screen, 

To  temper  the  deceitful  ray. 

6  And  O,  when  stoops  on  Judah\s  path, 
In  shade  and  storm  the  frequent  night, 
Be  thou  long  suffering,  slow  to  wrath, 
A  burning  and  a  shining  light ! 


250  HYMNS. 

7  Our  harps  were  left  by  Babel's  streams, 
The  tyrant's  jest,  the  Gentile's  scorn  ; 
No  censer  round  our  altar  beams, 

And  mute  are  timbrel,  trump,  and  horn. 

8  But  thou  hast  said, — the  blood  of  goats, 
The  flesh  of  rams,  I  will  not  prize  ; 

A  contrite  heart,  a  humble  thought, 
Are  mine  accepted  sacrifice. 


HYMN  CXCI.     C.  M. 

Consecration  of  a  new  place  of  worship. 

1  And  wilt  thou,  great  and  gracious  God! 

Bend  from  thy  radiant  throne, 
On  earth  establish  thine  abode, 
And  make  this  house  thine  own? 

2  Be  ever  sacred,  then,  these  walls, 

The  dwelling  of  thy  choice  ; 
And  here  be  heard  that  sweetest  sound, 
The  humble,  thankful  voice. 

5  To  all  who  faithfully  explore, 
Th'  unerring  way  be  shown, 
To  know  thyself,  God  only  true, 
And  Christ,  thy  chosen  Son. 

4  May  love,  with  sweet,  resistless  power, 
Constrain  her  guests  to  come  ; 
Arrest  the  sinner's  downward  course. 
And  call  the  wand'rer  home. 


HYMNS.  J5  ? 

These  courts  we  for  thy  service  raise, 
Long  may  thy  presence  bless  ; 

And  to  each  heart  conform'd  to  thee. 
Reveal  a  Fathers  grace. 

O  in  the  day  of  final  doom, 

Which  shall  thy  truth  make  clear  ; 

May  myriads  find  the  heavenly  home, 
Born  to  that  ^lory  here. 


HYMN  CXCII.     H.  M. 

Efficacy  of  the  gospel. 

1  Mark  the  soft- falling  snow, 
And  the  diffusive  rain ! 

To  heaven,  from  whence  it  fell, 

It  turns  not  back  again  ; 
But  waters  earth  Through  every  pore, 

And  calls  forth  all        Her  secret  store. 

2  Array'd  in  beauteous  green, 
The  hills  and  valleys  shine, 
And  man  and  beast  are  fed 
By  Providence  divine  ; 

The  harvest  bows  Its  golden  ears, 

The  copious  seed  Of  future  years. 

3  'So,'  saith  the  God  of  grace, 
'My  gospel  shall  descend, 
Almighty,  to  effect 

The  purpose  I  intend  ; 
Millions  of  souls  Shall  feel  its  power, 

And  bear  it  down         To  millions  more.' 


252  HYMNS. 

HYMN  CXCIII.    S.  M. 

Jit  tractive  influence  of  the  stiff erings  of  Christ. 

1  Behold  th'  amazing  sight, 
The  Saviour  lifted  high  ! 

Behold  the  Son  of  God's  delight 
Expire  in  agony ! 

2  For  whom,  for  whom,  my  heart, 
Were  all  these  sorrows  borne  ? 

Why  did  he  feel  that  piercing  smart, 
And  meet  that  various  scorn  ? 

3  For  love  of  us  he  bled, 
And  all  in  torture  died  ; 

•Twas  love  that  bow'd  his  fainting  head, 
And  op'd  his  gushing  side. 

4  In  sympathy  of  love 

Let  all  the  earth  combine  ; 
And,  drawn  by  cords  so  gentle,  prove 
The  energy  divine. 

5  In  him  our  hearts  unite, 
Nor  share  his  griefs  alone, 

But  from  his  cross  pursue  their  fligh 
To  his  triumphant  throne. 


HYMN  CXC1V.     CM. 

Christians  animated  by  the  view  ofChrisfs  sufferings  and  victory. 

1  Hark  !  'tis  our  heavenly  Leader's  voice, 
From  the  bright  realms  above! 


HYMNS.  25  3 

Amidst  the  war's  tumultuous  rage, 
A  voice  of  power  and  love. 

2  '  Maintain  the  fight,  my  faithful  band  ! 

Nor  fear  the  mortal  blow  ; 

He  that  in  such  a  warfare  dies, 

Shall  speedy  vict'ry  know. 

3  *  I  have  my  days  of  combat  known, 

And  in  the  dust  was  laid  ; 
But  now  I  sit  upon  my  throne, 
And  glory  crowns  my  head. 

4  '  This  throne,  this  glory  shall  be  yours, 

My  hands  the  crown  shall  give ; 
And  you  the  blest  reward  shall  share, 
Whilst  God  himself  shall  live.' 

5  Lord,  'tis  enough,  our  souls  are  nYd 

With  courage  and  with  love  ; 
Vain  are  th'  assaults  of  earth  and  hell, 
Our  hopes  are  fix'd  above. 

6  We'll  trace  the  footsteps  thou  hast  trod, 

To  triumph  and  renown  ; 
Nor  shun  thy  combat  and  thy  cross, 
May  we  but  wear  thy  crown  ! 


HYMN  CXCV.     L.M. 

'  Lo  !  it  is  7,  be  not  afraid.'' 

1  When  power  divine,  in  mortal  form, 
Hush'd  with  a  word  the  raging  storm. 

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254  HYMNS. 

In  soothing  accents,  Jesus  said, 
'  Lo !  it  is  I,  be  not  afraid.' 

1  Blest   be   the   voice  that  breathes  from 
heaven 
To  every  heart  in  sunder  riven, 
When  love,  and  joy,  and  hope  are  fled, 
'  Lo  !  it  is  I,  be  not  afraid.' 

3  When  men  with  fiend-like  passions  rage, 
And  foes  yet  fiercer  foes  engage, 

Blest  be  the  voice,  though  still  and  small, 
That  whispers, — God  is  over  all. 

4  God  calms  the  tumult  and  the  storm, 
He  rules  the  seraph  and  the  worm, 
No  creature  is  by  him  forgot, 

Of  those  who  know  or  know  him  not. 

5  And  when  the  last  dread  hour  shall  come, 
While  shudd'ring  nature  waits  her  doom, 
This  voice  shall  call  the  pious  dead — 

'  Lo!  it  is  I,  be  not  afraid.' 


HYMN  CXCVI.     L.  M. 

Weary  souls  invited  to  Christ. 

Come,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distress'd, 
Come,  and  accept  the  promis'd  rest ; 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 


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Oppress'd  with  guilt,  a  painful  load, 
O  come,  and  spread  your  woes  to  God  ; 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 
To  cleanse  your  guilt,  and  heal  your  wroes; 
Pardon  and  life  and  endless  peace, 
How  rich  the  gift,  how  free  the  grace ! 

Lord,  we  accept  with  thankful  heart, 
The  hope  thy  gracious  words  impart ; 
We  come  with  trembling  ;  yet  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 

Great  Saviour,  let  thy  powerful  love 
Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove  ; 
May  that  sweet  influence  in  our  breast, 
Prepare  us  for  thy  heavenly  rest. 


HYMN  CXCVII.     C.  M. 

The  Saviour's  commission. 

1  Hark,  the  glad  sound!  the  Saviour  comes! 

The  Saviour  promis'd  long ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  On  him  the  spirit,  largely  pour'd, 

Exerts  his  sacred  fire  ; 
Wisdom  and  power,  and  zeal  and  love 
His  holy  breast  inspire. 


256  hymns. 

3  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  sight ; 
And  on  the  eye-balls  of  the  blind 
To  pour  celestial  light. 

4  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  heal. 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure  ; 
And  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace,. 
T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

5  He  comes,  the  pris'ners  to  release, 

In  Satan's  bondage  held  ; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst. 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

(3  His  silver  trumpet  loud  proclaims 
The  Lord's  accepted  year  ; 
Our  debts  are  all  remitted  now, 
Our  heritage  is  clear. 

7  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace. 
Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 


HYMN  CXCVIII.     7s  M. 

Christ's  invitations. 

I   Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice, 

Come,  and  make  my  paths  your  choice 
I  will  guide  you  to  your  home  ; 
Weary  pilgrim  !  hither  come. 


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2  Thou  who  houseless,  sole,  forlorn, 
Long   hast   borne   the  proud  world's 

scorn, 
Long  hast  roam'd  the  barren  waste, 
Weary  pilgrim  !  hither  haste. 

3  Ye  who  toss'd  on  beds  of  pain, 
Seek  for  ease,  but  seek  in  vain ; 
Ye  whose  swoln  and  sleepless  eyes 
Watch  to  see  the  morning  rise; 

4  Ye,  by  fiercer  anguish  torn, 

In  remorse  for  guilt  who  mourn, 
Here  repose  your  heavy  care  ; — 
Who  the  stings  of  guilt  can  bear ! 

5  Sinner !  come,  for  here  is  found 
Balm  that  flows  for  every  wound, 
Peace  that  ever  shall  endure, 
Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure. 


HYMN  CXCIX.     L.  31 

The  great  Physician. 

Ye  mourning' sinners,  here  disclose 
Your  deep  complaints,  your  various  woes; 
Approach,  'tis  Jesus,  he  can  heal 
The  pains  which  mourning  sinners  feel. 

To  eyes  long  clos'd  in  mental  night, 
Strangers  to  all  the  joys  of  light, 

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258  HYMNS. 

His  word  imparts  a  blissful  ray ; 
Sweet  morning  of  celestial  day  ! 

3  Ye  helpless  lame,  lift  up  your  eyes, 
The  Lord,  the  Saviour,  bids  you  rise  ; 
New  life  and  strength  his  voice  conveys, 
And  plaintive  groans  are  chang'd  to  praise 

4  Nor  shall  the  leper,  hopeless  lie 
Beneath  the  great  Physician's  eye  ; 
Sin's  deepest  power  his  word  controls. 
That  fatal  leprosy  of  souls. 

5  That  hand  divine  which  can  assuage 
The  burning  fever's  restless  rage ; 
That  hand  omnipotent  and  kind, 
Can  cool  the  fever  of  the  mind. 

6  When  freezing  palsy  chills  the  veins. 
And  pale,  cold  death  already  reigns, 
He  speaks  ;  the  vital  powers  revive  ; 
He  speaks,  and  dying  sinners  live. 

7  Dear  Lord,  we  wait  thy  healing  hand  ; 
Diseases  fly  at  thy  command  ; 

O  let  thy  sov'reign  touch  impart 

Life,  strength,  and  health  to  every  heart. 


HYMN  CC.     C.  M. 

God  the  salvation  of  his  people. 

1  How  long  shall  dreams  of  earthly  bliss 
Our  flatt'ring  hopes  employ, 


HYMNS.  *259 

And  mock  our  fond,  deluded  eyes 
With  visionary  joy  ? 

2  Why  from  the  mountains  and  the  hills 

Is  our  salvation  sought  ? 
While  our  eternal  Rock's  disown'd, 
And  Israel's  God  forgot. 

3  The  living  spring  neglected  flows 

Full  in  our  daily  view ; 
Yet  we,  with  anxious,  fruitless  toil. 
Our  broken  cisterns  hew. 

4  These  fatal  errors,  gracious  God ! 

With  gentle  pity  see  ; 
To  thee  our  roving  eyes  direct, 
And  fix  our  hearts  on  thee. 


HYMN  CCI.     8.  M. 

Tht  hope  of  salvation  through  Christ . 

1  Raise  your  triumphant  songs 
To  an  immortal  tune  ; 

Let  the  wide  earth  resound  the  deeds 
Celestial  grace  hath  done. 

2  Sing  how  eternal  love 
Its  well  beloved  chose, 

And  bade  him  raise  our  sinful  race 
From  an  abyss  of  woes. 

3  Pardon  and  peace  from  heaven, 
Jesus  proclaims  abroad ; 


260  HYMNS. 

And  brings  to  erring,  guilty  man, 
Sure  mercy  from  his  God. 

4  Now,  sinners  !  dry  your  tears  ; 
Let  hopeless  sorrow  cease  ; 

Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love 
And  take  the  offer'd  peace. 

5  Lord  !  we  obey  thy  call ! 
We  lay  an  humble  claim 

To  the  salvation  thou  hast  sent, 
And  bless  and  praise  thy  name. 


HYMN  CCII.     Six  Line  C.  31. 

Unrivalled  beauty  and  glory  of  religion. 

1  Soft  are  the  fruitful  showers  that  bring 
The  welcome  promise  of  the  spring, 

And  soft  the  vernal  gale  ; 
Sweet  the  wild  warblings  of  the  grove. 
The  voice  of  nature  and  of  love, 

That  gladden  every  vale. 

2  But  softer  in  the  mourner's  ear 
Sounds  the  mild  voice  of  mercy  near, 

That  whispers  sins  forgiven  ; 
And  sweeter  far  the  music  swells, 
When  to  the  raptur'd  soul  she  tells 

Of  peace  and  promis'd  heaven. 

3  Fair  are  the  flowers  that  deck  the  ground, 
And  groves  and  gardens  blooming  round 

Unnumber'd  charms  unfold : 


HYMNS.  261 

Bright  is  the  sun's  meridian  ray, 
And  bright  the  beams  of  setting  day, 
That  robe  the  clouds  in  gold. 

i  But  far  more  fair  the  pious  breast, 
In  richer  robes  of  goodness  drest, 

Where  heaven's  own  graces  shine  ; 
And  brighter  far  the  prospects  rise 
That  burst  on  faith's  delighted  eyes, 

From  glories  all  divine. 


HYMN  CCIII.     CM. 

Excellency  of  the  Holy  Scriptures. 

1  Father  of  mercies  !  in  thy  word 

What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd, 
For  these  celestial  lines ! 

2  Here,  springs  of  consolation  rise, 

To  cheer  the  fainting  mind  ; 

And  thirsty  souls  receive  supplies, 

And  sweet  refreshment  find. 

o  Here,  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 
Spreads  heavenly  peace  around  ; 
And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

i  O  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 
Our  ever  fresh  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  we  see. 
And  still  increasing  light ! 


262  HYMNS, 

HYMN  CCIV.    8.  M. 

Meekness  and  candour  in  investigating  divine  truth, 

1  Imposture  shrinks  from  light, 
And  dreads  the  curious  eye  ; 

But  sacred  truths  the  test  invite, 
They  bid  us  search  and  try. 

2  May  we,  O  Lord !  maintain 
A  meek,  inquiring  mind  ; 

Assur'd  we  shall  not  search  in  vain, 
But  hidden  treasures  find. 

3  With  understanding  bless'd, 
Created  to  be  free, 

Our  faith  on  man  we  dare  not  rest, 
Subject  to  none  but  thee. 

4  Give  us  the  light  we  need, 

Our  minds  with  knowledge  fill ; 
From  baneful  error  guard  our  creed, 
From  prejudice  our  will. 

5  The  truth  thou  shalt  impart, 
May  we  with  firmness  own  ; 

Abhorring  each  evasive  art, 
And  fearing  thee  alone. 


HYMN  CCV.     C.  M. 

Comforts  of  religion. 

1  When  gloomy  thoughts  and  boding  fears 
The  trembling  heart  invade, 


HYMNS.  265 

And  all  the  face  of  nature  wears 
An  universal  shade  ; 

2  Religion^  dictates  can  assuage 

The  tempest  of  the  soul  ; 
And  every  fear  shall  lose  its  rage 
At  her  divine  control. 

3  Through  life's  bewilder'd  darksome  way. 

Her  hand  unerring  leads  ; 
And  o'er  the  path  her  heavenly  ray 
A  cheering  lustre  sheds. 

4  When  feeble  reason,  tir'd  and  blind, 

Sinks  helpless  and  afraid, 
Thou  blest  supporter  of  the  mind, 
How  powerful  is  thine  aid  ! 

5  O  let  my  heart  confess  thy  pow'r, 

And  find  thy  sweet  relief, 
To  brighten  every  gloomy  hour, 
And  soften  every  grief. 


HYMN  CCVI.     L.  M. 

Prayer. 

Our  Father !  thron'd  above  the  sky, 
To  thee,  our  empty  hands  we  spread  ; 
Thy  children  at  thy  footstool  lie, 
And  ask  thy  blessings  on  their  head. 

Let  mercy  all  our  sins  dispel, 
As  clouds  before  the  solar  beam ; 


264  HYMNS. 

Our  souls  from  bondage  and  from  hell 
To  liberty  and  life  redeem. 

3  With  cheerful  hope  and  filial  fear, 
In  that  august  and  precious  name, 
By  thee  ordain'd,  we  now  draw  near, 
And  would  the  promis'd  blessing  claim. 

4  Does  not  an  earthly  parent  hear 
The  cravings  of  his  famish'd  son  ? 
Will  he  reject  the  filial  prayer, 

Or  mock  him  with  a  cake  of  stone  ? 

5  Our  heavenly  father  !  how  much  more 
Will  thy  divine  compassion  rise  ; 
And  open  thy  unbounded  store 

To  satisfy  thy  children's  cries  ? 

6  Yes,  we  will  ask,  and  seek,  and  press 
For  gracious  audience  to  thy  seat ; 
Still  hoping,  waiting  for  success, 

If  persevering  to  entreat. 

7  For  Jesus  in  his  faithful  word 
The  patient  supplicant  has  blest ; 
And  all  thy  saints  with  one  accord 
The  prevalence  of  prayer  attest. 


HYMN  CCVII.     C.  M. 

The  Lord's  Prayer. 

1  Our  Father,  high  enthroned  above, 
With  boundless  glory  crown' d  : 


HYMNS.  265 

Fountain  of  light,  and  life,  and  love, 
Ten  thousand  worlds  around. 

2  Supremely  honour'd  be  thy  name, 

By  every  grateful  mind  ; 
Whether  a  pure  ethereal  flame, 
Or  yet  in  flesh  confin'd. 

3  Erect  thine  empire,  gracious  King, 

And  spread  its  power  abroad  ; 
Till  earth,  and  all  her  millions,  sing 
The  praises  of  their  God. 

4  O  be  thy  will  on  earth  obey'd, 

As  'tis  obey'd  above; 
And  the  profoundest  homage  paid, 
With  all  the  joys  of  love. 

5  '  These  are  for  ever  thine,'  in  songs 

Heaven's  blissful  myriads  cry ; 
1  These  are  for  ever  thine,'  our  tongues 
In  humbler  notes  reply. 


HYMN  CCVIII.     Is  M. 

Penitential. 

1  God  of  mercy  !  God  of  love  ! 
Hear  our  sad  repentant  songs ; 
Listen  to  thy  suppliant  race, 
Thou  to  whom  all  grace  belongs! 

2  Deep  regret  for  follies  past, 
Talents  wasted,  time  mispent ; 

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tfjt)  HYMiSS. 

Hearts  debas'd  by  worldly  cures, 
Thankless  for  the  blessings  lent ; 

3  Foolish  fears  and  fond  desires, 
Vain  regrets  for  things  as  vain  ; 
Lips  too  seldom  taught  to  praise, 
Oft  to  murmur  and  complain  ; — 

4  These,  and  every  secret  fault, 
Fill'd  with  grief  and  shame  we  own  : 
Humbled  at  thy  feet  we  bow, 
Seeking  pardon  from  thy  throne. 

5  God  of  mercy  !  God  of  grace  ! 
Hear  our  sad  repentant  songs  ; 
O  restore  thy  suppliant  race, 
Thou  to  whom  all  grace  belongs ! 


HYMN  CCIX.     C.  M. 

Imploring  forgiveness. 

1  Thou  sacred  Power,  in  heaven  above, 

Eternal  and  supreme ! 
Accept  the  faint  address  we  make 
To  thy  adored  name. 

2  Pierc'd  with  the  deepest  sense  of  guilt, 

We  bow  before  thy  throne, 
A  ad  humbly  hope  for  pard'ning  grace, 
Through  thy  beloved  Son. 

3  O  mav  that  grace  our  hearts  incline 

To  keep  the  heavenly  road  ! 


HYMN: 


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Though  all  the  powers  on  earth  combine 
To  drive  us  from  our  God. 

4  Sinful  we  are,  and  oft  offend 

Against  thy  just  command, 

And  yet  protection  still  we  find, 

From  thy  supporting  hand. 

5  Th'  amazing  debt  to  thee  we  owe. 

Increases  every  day  ; 
And  yet  a  few  relenting  tears, 
Is  all  we  can  repay. 

6  Thy  tender  mercies,  Lord,  bestow. 

Our  many  sins  remove  ; 
And  every  stubborn  heart  subdue. 
With  thy  forgiving  love. 

HYMN  CCX.     S.  M. 

Contrition. 

1  O  thou,  whose  mercy  hears 
Contrition's  humble  sigh ; 

Whose  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye  ! 

2  See !  low  before  thy  throne 
A  wretched  wand'rer  mourn  ; 

Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  r 
Hast  thou  not  said,  return  r 

3  Absent  from  thee,  my  light ! 
Without  one  cheering  ray  ; 

Thro'  dangers,  fears,  and  gloomy  night. 
How  desolate  my  wav  ! 


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HYMNS. 


4  On  this  benighted  heart 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ; 

And  let  thy  healing  voice  imparl 
A  taste  of  joys  divine. 

5  Thy  presence  can  bestow 
Delights  which  never  cloy ; 

Be  this  my  solace  here  below, 
And  my  eternal  joy! 


HYMN  CCXI.     X.  31. 

Public  humiliation. 

1  Great  Framer  of  unnumbered  worlds, 
And  whom  unnumber'd  worlds  adore  ! 
Thy  goodness  all  thy  creatures  share, 
And  nature  trembles  at  thy  power. 

2  While  suppliant  crowds  implore  thine  aid. 
To  thee  we  raise  the  humble  cry ; 
Whose  altar  is  the  contrite  heart, 
Whose  incense,  a  repentant  sigh. 

3  Although  enormous  crimes  abound, 
Should  but  a  genuine  sorrow  rise ; 
And  as  new  troubles  threaten  round 
'Midst  wasting  wars  and  angry  skies, 

4  Should,  in  her  sober  hour,  our  land 
Confess  thy  hand  and  bless  the  rod ; 
Thou  still  wouldst  love  to  be  her  friend. 
Who  lov'd  to  own  thee  as  tier  God. 


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HYMN  CCXII.     C.  31 

For  a  fast  day. 

I   When  Abr'ham  full  of  sacred  awe. 
Before  Jehovah  stood, 
And  with  a  humble,  fervent  prayer. 
For  guilty  Sodom  sued, 

1  With  what  success,  what  wondrous  grace. 
Was  his  petition  crowird  ! 
The  Lord  would  spare,  if  in  the  place 
Ten  righteous  men  were  found. 

o  And  could  a  single  holy  soul 
So  rich  a  boon  obtain  ? 
Great  God  !  and  shall  a  nation  cry. 
And  plead  with  thee  in  vain  ? 

4  Our  country,  guilty  as  she  is, 

Some  saints,  we  hope,  can  boast, 
And  now  their  fervent  prayers  ascend, 
And  can  those  prayers  be  lost  ? 

5  Are  not  the  righteous  dear  to  thee, 

Now,  as  in  ancient  times  ? 
Or  does  this  sinful  land  exceed 
Gomorrah  in  its  crimes  ? 

6  Still  are  we  thine,  we  bear  thy  name, 

Here  yet  is  thine  abode, 
Long  has  thy  presence  bless'd  our  land.. 
Forsake  us  not,  O  God. 

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270  HYMNS. 

HYMN  CCXIII.     L.  M. 

Fast  day  in  time  of  war. 

1  While  sounds  of  war  are  heard  around, 
And  death  and  ruin  strew  the  ground ; 
To  thee  we  look,  on  thee  we  call, 
The  parent, and  the  Lord  of  all ! 

2  Thou,  who  has  stamp'd  on  human  kind 
The  image  of  a  heaven-born  mind, 
And  in  a  Father's  wide  embrace 
Hast  cherished  all  the  kindred  race ! 

3  O  see,  with  what  insatiate  rage, 
Thy  sons  their  impious  battles  wage  ! 
How  spreads  destruction  like  a  flood, 
And  brothers  shed  their  brothers'  blood ! 

i  Great  God  !  whose   powerful  hand  can 
bind 
The  raging  waves,  and  furious  wind, 
O  bid  the  human  tempest  cease, 
And  hush  the  madd'ning  world  to  peace  I 

5  With  rev'rence  may  each  hostile  land 
Hear  and  obey  that  high  command, 
Thy  son's  blest  errand  from  above, — 
'  My  creatures !  live  in  mutual  love !' 

HYMN  CCXIV.     C.  M. 

Mercy  to  the  penitent. 

1   O  thou,  the  wretched's  sure  retreat;. 
Who  dost  our  cares  control, 


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And  with  the  cheerful  smile  of  peace 
Revive  the  fainting  soul ! 

2  Did  ever  thy  propitious  ear 
The  humble  plea  disdain  ? 
Or  when  did  plaintive  mis'ry  sigh, 
Or  supplicate  in  vain  ? 

■>  Oppress'd  with  grief  and  shame,  dissolv'd 
In  penitential  tears ; 
Thy  goodness  calms  our  anxious  doubts. 
And  dissipates  our  fears. 

4  New  life  from  thy  refreshing  grace 

Our  sinking  hearts  receive  ; 
Thy  gentlest,  best-lov'd  attribute, 
To  pity  and  forgive. 

5  From  that  blest  source,  propitious  hope 

Appears  serenely  bright, 
And  sheds  her  soft  and  cheering  beam 
O'er  sorrow's  dismal  night. 

(3  Our  hearts  adore  thy  mercy,  Lord, 
And  bless  the  friendly  ray, 
Which  ushers  in  the  smiling  morn 
Of  everlasting  day. 


HYMN  CCXV.     C.  JYL 

Comfort  from  the  assurance  of  forgiveness. 

1    Sweet  is  the  friendly  voice  that  speaks 
The  words  of  life  and  peace  ; 
Which  bids  the  penitent  rejoice, 
And  sin  and  sorrow  cease, 


272  HYMNS. 

2  No  healing  balm  on  earth  like  this 

Can  cheer  the  contrite  heart ; 
No  flatt'riag  dreams  of  earthly  bliss 
Such  pure  delight  impart. 

3  Thou  still  nrt  merciful  and  kind, 

Thy  mercy,  Lord,  reveal  ; 
The  broken  heart  'tis  thou  canst  bind. 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

4  Let  thy  bright  presence,  Lord,  restore 

Peace  to  my  anxious  breast  : 
Conduct  me  in  the  path  that  leads 
To  everlasting  rest. 


HYMN  CCXVI.     S.  M. 

Light  and  deliverance . 

1  The  trav'ller  lost  in  night, 
Breathes  many  a  longing  sigh, 

And  marks  the  welcome  dawn  of  light. 
With  rapture  in  his  eye. 

2  Thus  sweet,  the  dawn  of  day, 
Which  weary  sinners  find, 

When  mercy  with  reviving  ray 
Beams  o'er  the  fainting  mind. 

3  To  slaves  oppress'd  with  chains, 
How  kind,  how  dear  the  friend, 

Whose  gen'rous  hand  relieves  their  pains, 
And  bids  their  sorrows  end  ! 


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4  Thus  dear  that  Friend  divine, 
Who  rescues  captive  souls ; 

Unbinds  the  galling  chains  of  sin, 
And  all  its  power  controls. 

5  My  God!  to  gospel  light 
My  dawn  of  hope  I  owe  ; 

Once,  wand'ring  in  the  shades  of  night, 
And  sunk  in  hopeless  woe. 

6  Thy  hand  redeem'd  the  slave, 
And  set  the  pris'ner  free  ; 

Be  all  I  am,  and  all  I  have, 
Devoted,  Lord !  to  thee  ! 


HYMN  CCXVII.     L.  M. 

One  thing  needful. 

1  Why  do  we  waste  on  trifling  cares, 
The  lives  divine  compassion  spares, 
While,  in  the  various  range  of  thought, 
The  one  thing  needful  is  forgot  ? 

Our  Father  calls  us  from  above, 
Our  Saviour  pleads  his  dying  love, 
Awakened  conscience  gives  us  pain  ; 
Shall  all  these  pleas  unite  in  vain  ? 

3  Not  so,  our  closing  eyes  will  view 
The  objects  which  we  now  pursue  ; 
Not  so  eternity  appear, 
When  death's  decisive  hour  is  near. 


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274  HYMNS. 

4  Almighty  God  !  thy  power  impart 
And  fix  conviction  on  the  heart , 
Thy  power  unveils  the  blindest  eyes, 
And  makes  the  proudest  scorner  wise. 


HYMN  CCXVIII.     L.  M. 

A  happy  lift. 

1  How  happy  is  he  born  and  taught, 
Who  serveth  not  another's  will ; 
Whose  armour  is  his  honest  thought, 
And  simple  truth  his  utmost  skill  ! 

2  Whose  passions  not  his  masters  are, 
Whose  soul  is  still  prepar'd  for  death, 
Untied  to  this  vain  world  by  care 

Of  public  fame,  or  private  breath  ; 

3  Who  hath  his  life  from  rumours  freed, 
Whose  conscience  is  his  strong  retreat ; 
Whose  state  can  neither  flatt'rers  feed, 
Nor  ruin  make  oppressors  great ; 

4  Who  God  doth  late  and  early  pray 
More  of  his  grace  than  gifts  to  lend  ; 
Whose  heart,  as  open  as  the  day, 
Fears  not  to  call  his  God  his  friend. 

5  This  man  is  freed  from  servile  bands 
Of  hope  to  rise,  or  fear  to  fall ; 
Lord  of  himself,  though  not  of  lands, 
He,  having  nothing,  yet  hath  all. 


HYMNS.  275 

HYMN  CCXIX.    L.  M. 

The  Christian  race. 

1  Awake,  our  souls  !  away,  our  fears  ! 
Let  every  trembling  thought  begone  ; 
Awake,  and  run  the  heavenly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on  ! 

2  True  'tis  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 
And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 
If  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 

Who  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint. 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  powerful  hand 
Has  matchless  works  of  wonder  done  ; 
And  shall  endure,  whilst  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4  From  him,  the  everflowing  spring, 
Our  souls  shall  drink  a  rich  supply ; 

Whilst  those  who  trusttheir  native  strength 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode  ; 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  will  fly, 
Nor  tire  amidst  the  heavenly  road. 


HYMN  CCXX.     C.  M. 

Zeal  and  rigour  in  the  christian  race. 

\  Awake,  my  soul !  stretch  every  nerve, 
And  press  with  vigour  on  : 


"276  HYMNS. 

A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal. 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey  ; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high ; 
'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye  ; 

4  That  prize,  with  peerless  glories  bright, 

Which  shall  new  lustre  boast, 
When  victors' wreaths  and  monarchs'  gems 
Shall  blend  in  common  dust. 

5  My  soul !  with  all  thy  waken'd  powers, 

Survey  the  immortal  prize ; 
Nor  let  the  glitt'ring  toys  of  earth, 
Allure  thy  wandering  eyes. 


HYMN  CCXXI.     JL.  M. 

Temptations  without  and  within. 

1  Awake,  my  soul !  lift  up  thine  eyes, 
See  how  thy  foes  against  thee  rise, 
In  long  array,  a  num'rous  host ; 
Awake,  my  soul,  or  thou  art  lost ! 

2  See  how  rebellious  passions  rage, 
And  fierce  desires  and  lusts  engage  ; 


HYMN-.  277 

Bee  pleasure's  silken  banners  spread, 
And  willing  souls  are  captive  led ! 

3  I  tread  upon  enchanted  ground, 
Perils  and  snares  beset  me  round ; 
O  let  me  then  guard  every  part ; 
But  most,  the  traitor  in  my  heart ! 

i  O  teach  thy  servant  how  to  wield, 
Blest  Saviour,  thy  immortal  shield ; 
Put  on  thy  armour  from  above, 
Of  heavenly  truth  and  heavenly  love. 

3  The  terror  and  the  charm  repel, 

The  smiles  of  earth,  the  frowns  of  hell; 
The  tempter  once  thou  didst  subdue  ; 
O  make  me  more  than  conqueror  too ! 


HYMN  CCXXIT.     X.  3L 

Self-Examination. 

Thou  vain,  intruding  world,  depart! 
No  more  allure  or  vex  my  heart ; 
Let  every  vanity  be  gone, 
I  would  be  peaceful  and  alone. 

Here  let  me  search  my  inmost  mind, 
And  try  its  real  state  to  find  ; 
The  secret  springs  of  thought  explore, 
And  call  my  words  and  actions  o'er. 

Reflect  how  soon  my  life  will  end, 
And  think  on  what  my  hopes  depend  : 
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278  HYMNS. 

What  aim  my  busy  thoughts  pursue  ; 
What  work  is  done,  and  what  to  do* 

4  Eternity  is  just  at  hand  ; 

And  shall  I  waste  the  ebbing  sand  ? 
And  careless  view  departing  day  ? 
And  throw  my  fleeting  time  away  ? 

5  Be  this  my  chief,  my  constant  care, 
My  high  pursuit,  my  ardent  prayer — 
An  interest  in  the  Saviour's  blood, 

A  pardon  seaPd  and  peace  with  God. 

6  Search,  gracious  God,  my  inmost  heart, 
And  light,  and  hope,  and  joy  impart ; 
From  guilt  and  error  set  me  free, 
And  guide  me  safe  to  heaven  and  thee. 


HYMN  CCXXI1I.     L.  M. 

The  same  subject. 

1  What  image  does  my  spirit  bear  ? 
Is  Jesus  formed,  and  living  there  ? 
Say,  do  his  lineaments  divine, 

In  thought,  and  word,  and  action  shine  ? 

2  Searcher  of  hearts  !  O  search  me  still ; 
The  secrets  of  my  soul  reveal, 

My  fears  remove  ;  let  me  appear 

To  God,  and  my  own  conscience,  clear. 

3  Scatter  the  clouds,  that  o'er  my  head, 
Thick  glooms  of  dubious  terrors  spread; 


HYMNS.  279 

Lead  me  into  celestial  day, 
And,  to  myself,  myself  display. 

■4  May  I  at  that  blessYl  world  arrive, 

Where  Christ  through  all  my  soul  shall  live, 
And  give  full  proof  that  he  is  there, 
Without  one  gloomy  doubt  or  fear. 


HYMN  CCXXIV.     L.  M. 

Retirement  and  meditation. 

1  My  God!  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee  ; 
Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth  ? 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go  ? 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense, 
Thy  powerful  word  can  draw  me  thence  ; 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 

And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  scenes,  withdrawn ; 
Let  noise  and  vanity  be  gone  ; 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind, 

My  heaven,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 


280  HYMNS. 

HYMN  CCXXV.     C.  M. 

On  becoming  acquainted  with  God. 

1  O  shun,  in  youth  the  thoughtless  throng 
Of  fashion's  fickle  train  ; 
Though  gay  its  smiles,  and  sweet  its  song. 
The  world's  delights  are  vain. 

•3  Thy  soul  unbosom  oft  in  prayer, 
Thy  wants  to  God  unfold, 
And  to  his  will  with  earnest  care 
Thy  spirit  strive  to  mould. 

3  O,  form  to  him  the  op'ning  soul 
In  solemn  solitude  ; 
'Mid  silence  there  the  heavenly  goat 
In  visions  high  be  view'd. 

•J  My  God !  from  busy  crowds  I  fly  ; 
Be  thou  my  guide,  my  friend  ; 
O,  raise  my  soul,  or  from  on  high 
Vouchsafe  thy  face  to  bend. 

5  And  bid  my  spirit,  e'en  below, 
Thy  mercies  clearly  see  ; 
With  thee,  my  God,  acquainted  grow* 
And  build  all  hopes  on  thee. 


HYMN  CCXXVI.     C.  M. 

Religious  retirement. 

1   Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord !  I  flee. 
From  strife  and  tumult  far  ; 


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From  scenes  where  sin  is  waging  still 
Its  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 

With  prayer  and  praise  agree  ; 
And  seem  by  thy  sweet  bounty  made 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 

3  There,  if  thy  presence  cheer  the  soul, 

And  grace  her  mean  abode, 
O  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 
She  communes  with  her  God ! 

4  Author  and  Guardian  of  my  life, 

Thou  source  of  light  divine  ! 
And,  all  harmonious  names  in  one, 
My  Father ! — thou  art  mine  ! 

5  What  thanks  I  owe  thee,  and  what  love, — « 

A  boundless,  endless  store, 
Shall  echo  through  the  realms  above, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more  ! 


HYMN  CCXXVI1.     a  JIL 

Self-examination  for  the  evening. 

1  Another  day  of  life  is  gone  ; 

A  doubtful  few  remain  ; 
Review,  my  soul,  what  thou  hast  done. 
Eternal  life  to  gain. 

2  Dost  thou  get  forward  in  thy  race, 

As  time  still  posts  away  ? 

24* 


2$2  HYMNS. 

And  die  to  si  a,  and  grow  in  grace, 
With  every  passing  clay  ? 

3  This  d  ay,  what  conquests  hast  thou  gain'd  ? 
What  sin  is  overcome  ? 
What  fresh  degree  of  grace  obtain'd, 
To  bring  thee  nearer  home  ? 

•\  Thus  every  day  thy  course  review, 
Thy  real  state  to  learn  ; 
And  with  renewed  zeal  pursue 
Thy  great,  thy  chief  concern. 


HYMN  CCXXVIII.     C.  M. 

Inconstancy  in  religion  lamented. 

1  Perpetual  Source  of  light  and  grace  ! 

We  hail  thy  sacred  name  ; 
Through  every  year's  revolving  round. 
Thy  goodness  is  the  same. 

2  On  us,  unworthy  as  we  are, 

Its  blessings  still  it  pours  ; 
Sure  as  the  heavens'  established  course,- 
And  plenteous  as  the  showers. 

3  Inconstant  service  we  repay, 

And  transient  vows  renew, — 
Fleeting  too  oft  as  morning  clouds, 
And  like  the  early  dew. 

4  Our  former  follies,  Lord  !  we  mount 

And  now  thy  grace  implore 


HYMNS.  28B 

To  guide  our  often-erring  steps, 
That  we  may  stray  no  more. 

Aided  by  energy  divine, 

May  we  more  steadfast  prove  ; 

And  with  determiu'd  zeal  press  on 
To  gain  thy  courts  above. 


HYMN  CCXXIX.     L.  M. 

Praise  for  divine  grace. 

1  Praise  to  thy  name,  eternal  God  ! 
For  all  the  grace  thou  shed'st  abroad ; 
For  all  thine  influence  from  above, 
To  warm  our  souls  with  sacred  love. 

2  Blest  be  thy  hand,  which  from  the  skies- 
Brought  down  this  plant  of  Paradise, 
And  gave  its  heavenly  glories  birth, 

To  deck  this  wilderness  of  earth. 

3  But  why  does  that  celestial  flower 
Open,  and  thrive,  and  shine  no  more  ; 
Where  are  its  balmy  odours  fled  ? 
And  why  reclines  its  beauteous  head  ? 

4  Too  plain,  alas  !  the  languor  shows 
Th'  unkindly  soil  in  which  it  grows ; 
Where  the  black  frosts  and  beating  storm 
Wither  and  rend  its  tender  form. 

5  Unchanging  sun,  thy  beams  display, 
To  drive  the  frosts  and  storms  away  ; 


284  HYMNS. 

Make  all  thy  potent  virtues  known, 
To  cheer  a  plant  so  much  thy  own. 

6  And  thou,  blest  Spirit,  deign  to  blow 
Fresh  gales  of  heaven  on  shrubs  below ! 
So  shall  they  grow,  and  breathe  abroad, 
A  fragrance  grateful  to  our  God. 


HYMN  CCXXX.     L.  31. 

Steadfastness  and  watchfulness  implored. 

1  Great  God  !  my  Father  and  my  Friend, 
On  whom  I  cast  my  constant  care, 

On  whom  for  all  things  I  depend ! 
To  thee  I  raise  my  humble  prayer. 

2  Endue  me  with  a  holy  fear ; 
The  frailty  of  my  heart  reveal ; 
Sin  and  its  snares  are  always  near 
Thee  may  I  always  nearer  feel. 

3  O  that  to  thee  my  constant  mind 
May  with  a  steady  flame  aspire  ; 
Pride  in  its  earliest  motions  find, 
And  check  the  rise  of  wrong  desire  ! 

4  O  that  my  watchful  soul  may  fly 
The  first  perceiv'd  approach  of  sin  ; 
Look  up  to  thee  when  danger  's  nigh, 
And  feel  thy  fear  control  within  ! 

5  Search,  gracious  God!  my  inmost  heart 
From  guilt  and  error  set  me  free  ; 


HYMNS.  285 

Thy  light,  and  truth,  and  peace  impart, 
And  guide  me  safe  to  heaven  and  thcer 


HYMN  CCXXXI.     L.  31. 

Christian  patience  and  fortitude. 

1  Father  of  light !  my  footsteps  guide 
Along  the  dang'rous  path  I  tread  ; 
Ne'er  suffer  me  to  turn  aside, 

By  error  or  by  sin  misled. 

2  While  the  mad  world  around  me  spend 
Their  days  in  folly  or  in  crime  ; 

O  that  my  feet  may  always  tend 
To  wise  redemption  of  my  time  ! 

3  With  truth  illuminate  my  mind, 
Inspire  with  fortitude  my  heart ; 
Ne'er  let  me  wander  with  the  blind, 
Nor  waver  in  the  Christian's  part. 

4  Fashion  and  crowds  conspire  in  vain, 
To  shake  the  firmness  of  my  soul, 
All  your  allurements  I  disdain, 

God  only  shall  my  choice  control. 

HYMN  CCXXXIL    P.  31. 

Christian  heroism. 

1  The  Lord  our  God  's  a  stable  tower. 
A  sword  and  shield  around  us  ; 


286  HYMNS. 

He  saves  us  by  his  grace  and  power 
From  all  that  strive  to  wound  us. 
Man's  deceitful  foe 
Plots  our  death  and  woe, 
Wielding  in  the  fight 
His  crafty  arms  with  might  ; 
On  earth  there  's  not  his  equal. 

2  Though  human  prowess  nothing  gains, 
Our  souls  are  not  dejected  ; 
A  valiant  one  the  war  maintains, 
The  one  whom  God  elected. 

Know  ye  not  his  fame  ? 
Jesus  is  his  name  ; 
Christ  the  saving  word, 
Our  life,  our  joy,  our  Lorck 
And  his  must  be  the  triumph. 


HYMN  CCXXXIII.     L.  M. 

Preservation  from  sin  implored. 

1  Amidst  a  world  of  hopes  and  fears, 
A  wild  of  cares,  and  toils,  and  tears, 
Where  foes  alarm,  and  dangers  threat. 
And  pleasures  kill,  and  glories  cheat ; 

2  Shed  down,  O  Lord !  a  heavenly  ray 
To  guide  us  in  the  doubtful  way  ; 
And  o'er  us  hold  thy  shield  of  power, 
To  guard  us  in  the  dang'rous  hour. 


HYMNS.  287 

3  Teach  us  the  flatt'ring  paths  to  shun, 
In  which  the  thoughtless  many  run  ; 
Who  for  a  shade  the  substance  miss, 
And  grasp  their  ruin  in  their  bliss. 

4  Each  noble  principle  impart  ; 
That  faith  that  sanctifies  the  heart, 
Hope,  that  to  heaven's  high  vault  aspires. 
And  love,  that  warms  with  holy  fires. 

5  Whate'er  is  honest,  pure,  refin'd, 
Just,  generous,  amiable,  and  kind, 
That  may  our  constant  zeal  pursue, 
That  may  we  love  and  practise  too. 

6  May  never  pleasure,  wealth,  or  pride, 
Allure  our  wand'ring  souls  aside  ; 
Nor  tempt  us  from  the  narrow  road, 
Which  leads  to  happiness  and  God, 


HYMN  CCXXXIV.    C.  M. 

Imploring  Divine  gxiidance. 

1  Father  of  light !  conduct  my  feet 

Through  life's  dark,  dang'rous  road ! 
Let  each  advancing  step  still  bring 
Me  nearer  to  my  God. 

2  Let  heaven-eyed  prudence  be  my  guide ; 

And  when  I  go  astray, 
Recal  my  feet  from  folly's  path, 
To  wisdom's  better  way. 


288  HYMNS. 

3  Teach  me  in  every  various  scene 
To  keep  my  end  in  sight ; 
And  while  I  tread  life's  mazy  track, 
Let  wisdom  guide  me  right. 

i  That  heavenly  wisdom  from  above 
Abundantly  impart ; 
And  let  it  guard,  and  guide,  and  warm. 
And  penetrate  my  heart ; 

5  Till  it  shall  lead  me  to  thyself, 
Fountain  of  bliss  and  love  ! 
And  all  my  darkness  be  dispers'd 
In  endless  light  above. 


HYMN  CCXXXV.     L.  M. 

Devout  aspirations. 

1  Supreme  and  universal  Light ! 
Fountain  of  reason  !  Judge  of  right ! 
Parent  of  good  !  whose  blessings  flow 
On  all  above,  and  all  below  ; — 

2  Without  whose  kind,  directing  ray, 
In  everlasting  night  we  stray, 
From  passion  still  to  passion  toss'd, 
And  in  a  maze  of  error  lost ; 

3  Assist  us,  Lord  !  to  act,  to  be 
What  all  thy  holy  laws  decree  ; 
W  orthy  that  intellectual  flame, 
Which  from  thy  breathing  spirit  came. 


HYMNS.  289 

4  May  our  expanded  souls  disclaim 
The  narrow  view,  the  selfish  aim ; 
And  with  a  Christian  zeal  embrace 
Whatever  is  friendly  to  our  race. 

5  O  Father  !  grace  and  virtue  grant ; 
No  more  we  wish,  no  more  we  want ; 
To  know,  to  serve  thee,  and  to  love, 
Ts  peace  below,  is  bliss  above. 


HYMN  CCXXXVI.     L.  M. 

The  bttler  part. 

Beset  with  snares  on  every  hand, 
In  life's  uncertain  path  we  stand  ; 
Father  divine  !  diffuse  thy  light, 
To  guide  our  doubtful  footsteps  right. 

Engage  our  roving,  treach'rous  heart, 
To  choose  the  wise,  the  better  part ; 
To  scorn  the  trifles  of  a  day, 
For  joys  that  never  fade  away. 

Then  let  the  fiercest  storms  arise, 
Let  tempests  mingle  earth  and  skies ; 
No  fatal  shipwrecks  shall  we  fear, 
But  all  our  treasures  with  us  bear. 

If  thou,  our  Father!  still  be  nigh, 
Cheerful  we  live,  and  joyful  die  ; 
Secure,  when  mortal  comforts  flee. 
To  find  unbounded  bliss  in  thee. 

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-J90  HTMNS. 

HYMN  CCXXXVII.    L.  M. 

Christian  privileges  and  obligations. 

1  How  many  millions  draw  their  breath 
In  lands  of  ignorance  and  death, 
While  God  allots  my  share  of  time 
Within  his  gospel's  favour'd  clime  ? 

2  Shall  I  receive  this  grace  in  vain  ? 
Shall  I  my  great  vocation  stain  ? 
Away,  ye  works  in  darkness  wrought ! 
Away,  each  sensual,  earthly  thought! 

3  My  soul !  I  charge  thee  to  excel 
In  thinking  right,  and  acting  well ; 
Deep  let  thy  searching  powers  engage. 
Unbiass'd  in  the  sacred  page. 

4  Heighten  the  force  of  good  desire  ; 
To  deeds  of  shining  worth  aspire  ; 
More  firm  in  fortitude,  despise 
The  world's  seducing  vanities. 

5  Strong  and  more  strong,  thy  passions  rule. 
Advancing  still  in  virtue's  school ; 
Contending  still,  with  noble  strife, 

To  imitate  thy  Saviour's  life. 


HYMN  CCXXXVIII.     L.  J\L 

Faith  ivilhout  works  is  dead. 

1   As  body  when  the  soul  has  fled, 
As  barren  trees,  decay'd  and  dead, 


HYMN  3.  291 

Is  faith  ;  a  hopeless,  lifeless  thing, 
If  not  of  righteous  deeds  the  spring. 

2  One  cup  of  healing  oil  and  wine, 
One  tear-drop  shed  on  mercy's  shrine, 
Is  thrice  more  grateful,  Lord !  to  thee. 
Than  lifted  eye,  or  bended  knee. 

3  To  doers  only  of  the  word, 
Propitious  is  the  righteous  Lord  ; 

He  hears  their  cries,  accepts  their  prayers, 
And  heals  their  wounds,  and  sooths  their 
cares. 

4  In  true  and  genuine  faith  we  trace 
The  source  of  every  Christian  grace  ; 
Within  the  pious  breast  it  plays, 

A  living  fount  of  joy  and  praise. 

5  Kind  deeds  of  peace  and  love  betray 
Where'er  it  winds  its  secret  way ; 

But  where  these  spring  not,  rich  and  fair, 
The  fount  has  never  wander'd  there. 


HYMN  CCXXXIX.     Z.  M. 

1  Not  every  one  that  saith  unto  me  Lord,  Lord  J  ice. 

1  Not  he  whose  baseless  hope  relies 
On  modes  and  forms  that  men  devise 
Who  merely  calls  the  Saviour,  Lord, 
But  heeds  not  to  perform  his  word  ; 


292 


HYMNS. 


Not  he  shall  tread  the  courts  above, 
The  bright  abodes  of  joy  and  love  ; 
But  he  whose  prompt  obedience  shows 
His  wish  to  practise  what  he  knows ; 

Whose  heart  enlarg'd  bids  him  embrace. 
As  brethren,  all  the  human  race  ; 
Who  for  his  friends  with  ardour  glows, 
And  pities  and  forgives  his  foes. 

This  is  the  man  whose  head  shall  rise, 
With  glory  crown'd,  above  the  skies  ; 
Whom  Jesus  shall  in  judgment  own, 
And  place  by  God's  immortal  throne. 


HYMN  CCXL.     L.  M. 

A  good  conscience  the  best  support. 

1  While  some  in  folly's  pleasures  roll, 
And  court  the  joys  which  hurt  the  soul, 
Be  mine  that  silent,  calm  repast, 

A  peaceful  conscience,  to  the  last. 

2  With  this  companion  in  the  shade, 
My  soul  no  more  shall  be  dismay 'd ; 
But  fearless  meet  the  midnight  gloom, 
And  the  pale  monarch  of  the  tomb. 

3  Though  heaven  afflict,  shall  I  repine  ? 
The  noblest  comforts  still  are  mine  ; 
Comforts  which  will  o'er  death  prevail, 
4nd  journey  with  me  through  the  vale. 


HYMNS.  293 

4  Amidst  the  various  scene  of  ills, 
Each  stroke  some  kind  design  fulfils  j 
And  shall  I  murmur  at  my  God, 
When  love  supreme  directs  the  rod  ? 

5  His  hand  will  smooth  my  rugged  way, 
And  lead  me  to  the  realms  of  day, — 
To  milder  skies  and  brighter  plains. 
Where  everlasting  pleasure  reigns. 


HYMN  CCXLI.     C.  M. 

Living  habitually  in  the  fear  of  God. 

1  Thrice  happy  men,  who  born  from  heaven. 

While  yet  they  sojourn  here, 
Each  day  of  life  with  God  begin, 
And  spend  it  in  his  fear  ! 

2  'Midst  hourly  cares,  may  we  present 

Our  offerings  to  thy  throne  ; 
And,  while  the  world  our  hands  employs, 
Our  hearts  be  thine  alone. 

3  When  to  laborious  duties  call'd, 

Or  by  temptations  tried  ; 
We'll  seek  the  shelter  of  thy  wings, 
And  in  thy  strength  confide. 

4  As  dhTrent  scenes  of  life  arise, 

Our  grateful  hearts  would  be 
With  thee,  amidst  the  social  band, — 
In  solitude  with  thee. 

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294  HYMNS, 

5  In  solid,  pure  delights  like  these, 
Let  all  our  days  be  past ;     . 
Nor  shall  we  then  impatient  wish, 
Nor  shall  we  fear,  the  last. 


HYMN  CCXLII.     C.  M. 

'  Remember  thy  Creator,  in  the  days  of  thy  youth  J* 

1  In  the  soft  season  of  thy  youth, 

In  nature's  smiling  bloom, 
Ere  age  arrive,  and  trembling  wait 
Its  summons  to  the  tomb  ; 

2  Remember  thy  Creator,  God  ; 

For  him  thy  powers  employ ; 
Make  him  thy  fear,  thy  love,  thy  hope, 
Thy  confidence,  thy  joy. 

3  He  shall  defend  and  guide  thy  course 

Through  life's  uncertain  sea,    * 
Till  thou  art  landed  on  the  shore 
Of  bless'd  eternity. 


HYMN  CCXLIII.     L.  M. 

Humility. 

I  Was  pride,  alas  !  e'er  made  for  man 
Blind,  erring,  guilty  creature  he, 
His  birth  the  dust,  his  life  a  span, 
His  wisdom  less  than  vanity. 


hymns.  295 

2  If  wealth,  and  power,  and  dazzling  rays. 
And  pageant  state,  this  nothing  dress : 
On  the  fair  idol  shall  we  gaze, 

And  envy  that  as  happiness  ? 

3  Jesus,  by  thy  instruction  taught, 
Our  foolish  passions  are  represt : 
We  blush  at  our  misguided  thought, 
And  see  and  call  the  humble  blest. 

4  To  know  ourselves,  to  learn  of  thee, 
And  bend  our  necks  beneath  thy  throne, 
Thus  dictates  wise  humility, 

This  makes  the  wealth  of  heaven  our  own. 


HYMN  CCXLIV.     X.  31. 

The  same  subject. 

Wherefore  should  man,  frail  child  of  clay. 
Who,  from  the  cradle  to  the  shroud, 
Lives  but  the  insect  of  a  day, — 
O,  why  should  mortal  man  be  proud  ? 

His  brightest  visions  just  appear, 
Then  vanish,  and  no  more  are  found  ; 
The  stateliest  pile  his  pride  can  rear, 
A  breath  may  level  with  the  ground, 

By  doubt  perplex'd,  in  error  lost, 
With  trembling  step  he  seeks  his  way ; 
How  vain  of  wisdom's  gift  the  boast ! 
Of  reason's  lamp  how  faint  the  ray ! 


296  HYMNS. 

4  Follies  and  crimes,  a  countless  sum 
Are  crowded  in  life's  little  span  ; 
How  ill,  alas  !  does  pride  become 
That  erring,  guilty  creature,  man ! 

5  God  of  our  lives  !  Father  divine  ! 
Give  us  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  ; 
In  modest  worth,  O  may  we  shine, 
And  peace  in  humble  virtue  find ! 


HYMN  CCXLV.     C.  M. 

Humility,  tenderness,  and  sympathy. 

1  Thou  great  and  sacred  Lord  of  all ! 

Of  life  the  only  spring  ; 
Of  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  Heaven, 
The  wise  and  righteous  King  ; 

2  Drive  from  the  confines  of  my  heart, 

All  stubbornness  and  pride  ; 
Nor  let  me  in  the  dang'rous  scenes, 
That  sinners  choose,  abide. 

3  Whate'er  thine  all-discerning  eye 

Sees  for  thy  creature  fit, 
I  bless  the  good,  and  to  the  ill, 
Contentedly  submit. 

4  With  gcn'rous  pleasure  may  I  view 

The  prosp'rous  and  the  great ; 
Ill-temper'd  envy  may  1  fly, 
With  odious  self-conceit. 


HYMXS.  291 

Nor  brooding  spleen,  nor  fell  revenge. 

Be  to  my  bosom  known ; 
Tears  may  I  find  for  others'  woe, 

And  patience  for  my  own. 

Feed  me  with  necessary  food, 

1  ask  not  wealth  or  fame  ; 
But  give  me  eyes  to  view  thy  works. 

A  heart  to  praise  thy  name. 

Serenely  may  my  days  move  on, 

Without  remorse  or  care  ; 
And  may  I  for  the  parting  hour 

In  every  hour  prepare. 


HYMN  CCXLVI.     L.  31. 

Meekness. 

1  Happy  the  meek,  whose  gentle  breast, 
Clear  as  the  summer's  evening  ray, 
Calm  as  the  regions  of  the  bless'd, 
Enjoys  on  earth  celestial  day. 

2  His  heart  no  broken  friendships  sting, 
No  storms  his  peaceful  tent  invade  ; 
He  rests  beneath  th'  Almighty's  wing, 
Hostile  to  none,  of  none  afraid. 

3  Spirit  of  grace,  all  meek  and  mild  ! 
Inspire  our  breasts,  our  souls  possess  ; 
Repel  each  passion  rude  and  wild, 
And  bless  us,  as  we  aim  to  bless. 


298  HYMNS. 

HYMN  CCXLV11.     Z.  M. 

J  us  lice. 

1  If  high  or  low  our  station  be, 
Or  noble  or  ignoble  name, 
By  imcorrupt  integrity, 

Thy  blessing,  Lord !  we  humbly  claim. 

2  The  upright  man  no  want  shall  fear  ; 
Thy  providence  shall  be  his  trust ; 
Thou  wilt  provide  his  portion  here, 
Thou  friend  and  guardian  of  the  just ! 

3  May  we,  with  most  sincere  delight, 
To  all,  the  debt  of  duty  pay  ; 
Tender  of  every  social  right, 
Obedient  to  thy  righteous  sway. 

4  Such  virtue  thou  wilt  not  forget, 

In  that  blest  world,  where  virtue  shares 

A  fit  reward  ;  though  not  of  debt, 

But  what  thy  boundless  grace  prepares. 


HYMN  CCXLV1II.  L.  M. 

Brotherly  lore. 

1  O  God,  our  Father  and  our  King, 
Of  all  we  have  or  hope,  the  spring; 
Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  holy  love. 

2  May  we  from  every  act  abstain 

That  hurts,  or  gives  our  neighbour  pain. 


tf¥MNS.  299 

And  every  secret  wish  suppress 
That  would  abridge  his  happiness. 

3  Still  may  we  find  our  hearts  inclin'd 
To  act  the  friend  to  all  mankind  ; 
Still  seek  their  safety,  health  and  ease. 
Their  virtue  and  eternal  peace. 

4  With  pity  may  our  breast  o'erflow, 
When  we  behold  a  wretch  in  woe ; 
And  bear  a  sympathizing  part 
With  all  who  are  of  heavy  heart. 

5  Let  love  in  all  our  conduct  shine, 
An  image  fair,  though  faint,  of  thine ; 
Thus  may  we  his  disciples  prove 
Who  came  to  manifest  thy  love. 


HYMN  CCXLIX.     Z.  M. 

Christian  zeal  tempered  by  Charity. 

1  Great  God  !  whose  all-pervading  eye 
Sees  every  passion  in  my  soul ! 
When  sunk  too  low,  or  raised  too  high, 
Teach  me  those  passions  to  control. 

2  Temper  the  fervours  of  my  frame  ; 
Be  charity  their  constant  spring  ; 
And  O,  let  no  unhallow'd  flame 
Pollute  the  off'rings  which  I  bring. 

3  Let  love  with  piety  unite 

To  mend  the  bias  of  my  will  ; 


300  HYMNS. 

While  hope  and  heaven-eyed  faith  excite. 
And  wisdom  regulates  my  zeal ; — 

4  That  wisdom  which  to  meekness  turns, 
Wisdom  descending  from  above  ; 
And  let  my  zeal,  whene'er  it  burns, 
Be  kindled  by  the  fire  of  love. 


HYMN  CCL.     X.  M. 

Religion  vainuithout  lore. 

1  Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use, 

If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found, 

Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 

2  Were  I  inspir'd  to  preach,  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heaven  and  hell ; 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  distribute  all  my  store, 

To  feed  the  hungry,  clothe  the  poor ; 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 
To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name ; 

4  If  love  to  God,  and  love  to  men 
Be  absent  all  my  hopes  are  vain ; 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil. 


HYMNS.  301 

HYMN  CCLI.    L.  M. 

Toleration. 

1  All  knowing  God  !  'tis  thine  to  know 
The  springs  whence  wrong  opinions  flow ; 
To  judge,  from  principles  within, 
When  frailty  errs,  and  when  we  sin. 

2  Who  among  men,  high  Lord  of  all ! 
Thy  servants  to  his  bar  may  call ; 
Decide  of  heresy,  and  shake 

A  brother  o'er  the  flaming  lake  ? 

3  Who  with  another's  eye  can  read  ? 
Or  worship  by  another's  creed  ? 
Revering  thy  command  alone, 
We  humbly  seek  and  use  our  own. 

4  If  wrong,  forgive  ;  accept,  if  right ; 
While  faithful  we  obey  our  light, 
And  cens'ring  none,  are  zealous  still 
To  follow  as  to  learn  thy  will. 

5  When  shall  our  happy  eyes  behold 
Thy  people  fashion'd  in  thy  mould ; 
And  charity  our  lineage  prove 
Deriv'd  from  thee,  O  God  of  love  ? 


HYMN  CCLII.     S.  M. 

Christian  lore. 

1  Let  party  names  no  more, 

The  Christian  world  o'erspread  : 
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302  HYMNS. 

Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free; 
Are  one  in  Christ  their  head. 

2  Among  the  saints  on  earth, 
Let  mutual  love  be  found  ; 

Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 
With  mutual  blessings  crown'd. 

3  Let  envy,  and  ill-will, 
Be  banish'd  far  away ; 

Those  should  in  strictest  friendship  dwell, 
Who  the  same  Lord  obey. 

4  Thus  will  the  church  below, 
Resemble  that  above, 

Where  streams  of  pleasure  ever  flow, 
And  every  heart  is  love. 


HYMN  CCLIII.     L.  M. 

Pious  friendship. 

1  How  bless'd  the  sacred  tie  that  binds 
In  union  sweet,  according  minds ! 
How  swift  the  heavenly  course  they  run, 
Whose  hearts,  whose  faith,  whose  hopes 

are  one ! 

2  To  each,  the  soul  of  each  how  dear  ! 
What  jealous  love  !  what  holy  fear ! 
How  doth  the  gen'rous  flame  within 
Refine  from  earth  and  cleanse  from  sin! 


HYMNS.  303 

3  Their  streaming  eyes  together  flow 
For  human  guilt  and  mortal  woe  ; 
Their  ardent  prayers  together  rise, 
Like  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 

4  Together  both  they  seek  the  place 
Where  God  reveals  his  awful  face  ; 
How  high,  how  strong  their  raptures  swell, 
There  's  none  but  kindred  souls  can  tell, 

5  Nor  shall  the  glowing  flame  expire, 
When  nature  droops  her  sick'ning  fire  ; 
Then  shall  they  meet  in  realms  above. 
A  heaven  of  joy,  because  of  love. 


HYMN  CCLIV.     S.  M 

Compassion  and  forgiveness. 

1  I  hear  the  voice  of  woe, — 
A  fellow  mortal  mourns  ; 

My  eyes  with  pity  overflow, 
My  heart  his  sighs  returns. 

2  I  hear  the  thirsty  cry, 

The  hungry  beg  for  bread  ; 
O  let  my  spring  its  stream  supply, 
My  hand  its  bounty  shed  ! 

3  The  debtor  humbly  sues, 
Who  would,  but  cannot  pay  ; 

And  shall  I  lenity  refuse, 
Who  need  it  every  day  ? 


/304  hymns. 

4  And  shall  not  wrath  relent, 
Touch'd  by  that  humble  strain. 

My  brother  crying,  '  I  repent, 
Nor  will  offend  again  ?' 

5  How  else  on  soaring  wing 
Can  hope  bear  high  my  prayer, 

Up  to  thy  throne,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  plead  for  pardon  there  ? 

6  The  bountiful  and  kind 
Thy  bounty  shall  repay  ; 

With  thee  shall  the  forgiving  find 
A  sweet  forgiving  day. 

7  But  all  who  here  below, 
Mercy  refuse  to  grant, 

Shall  judgment  without  mercy  know. 
When  mercy  most  they  want. 


HYMN  CCLV.     C.  M. 

Compassion. 

1  Behold,  where  breathing  love  divine, 
Our  dying  master  stands  ; 
His  weeping  foll'wers  gathering  round, 
Receive  his  last  commands. 


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From  that  mild  teacher's  parting  lips 
What  tender  accents  fell ! 

The  gentle  precept  which  he  gave, 
Became  its  author  well. 


HYMNS.  305 

3  '  BlessM  is  the  man,  whose  softening  heart 

Feels  all  another's  pain ; 
To  whom  the  supplicating  eye, 
Was  never  raised  in  vain  ; 

4  '  Whose  breast  expands  with  generous 

warmth 
A  stranger's  woes  to  feel  ; 
And  bleeds  in  pity  o'er  the  wound, 
He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 

5  ;  He  spreads  his  kind  supporting  arms 

To  every  child  of  grief; 
His  secret  bounty  largely  flows, 
And  brings  unask'd  relief. 

6  '  To  gentle  offices  of  love 

His  feet  are  never  slow  ; 
He  views  through  mercy's  melting  eye* 
A  brother  in  a  foe. 

7  '  Peace  from  the  bosom  of  his  God, 

My  peace  to  him  I  give  ; 
And  when  he  kneels  before  the  throne. 
His  trembling  soul  shall  live. 

8  '  To  him  protection  shall  be  shewn, 

And  mercy  from  above 
Descend  on  those  who  thus  fulfil, 
The  perfect  law  of  love.' 

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306  HYMNS. 

HYMN  CCLVI.    7s  M. 

Love  to  God  and  man. 

1  Father  of  our  feeble  race  ! 
Wise,  beneficent,  and  kind, 
Spread  o'er  nature's  ample  face. 
Flows  thy  goodness  unconfin'd  ; 
Musing  in  the  silent  grove, 

Or  the  busy  haunts  of  men, 
Still  we  trace  thy  wondrous  love, 
Claiming  large  returns  again. 

2  Lord  !  what  off'ring  shall  we  bring. 
At  thine  altars  when  we  bow  ? 
Hearts,  the  pure,  unsullied  spring* 
Whence  the  kind  affections  flow  ; 
Soft  compassion's  feeling  soul, 

By  the  melting  eye  express'd  ; 
Sympathy,  at  whose  control, 
Sorrow  leaves  the  wounded  breast, 

3  Willing  hands  to  lead  the  blind, 
Bind  the  wounded,  feed  the  poor ; 
Love,  embracing  all  our  kind  ; 
Charity,  with  lib'ral  store  ; 
Teach  us,  O  thou  heavenly  King  ! 
Thus  to  show  our  grateful  mind, 
Thus  the  accepted  off'ring  bring. 
Love  to  thee,  and  all  mankind. 


HYMNS.  307 

HYMN  CCLVII.     Six  Line  L.  M. 

Beneficence,. 

1  O  ye,  who  seek  Jehovah's  face, 

Bow  at  his  throne,  and  feel  his  grace  ; 
Who  ask  in  prayer,  and  own  in  praise, 
That  bounteous  love  which  gilds  your  days  • 
Catch  from  above  the  hallow'd  flame, 
And  dignify  the  Christian  name  ! 

2  Where'er  distress  and  pain  appear, 
Let  pity's  ready  hand  be  there  ; 
With  cheering  wine,  and  fragrant  oil, 
Bid  languor  glow,  and  anguish  smile  ; 
Though  woe  her  lowliest  form  may  wear, 
Yet  God  has  stamped  his  image  there. 

3  When  he,  the  sov'reign  Judge  draws  nigh, 
And  holds  th'  unerring  beam  on  high  ; 
Then  shall  sweet  charity  prevail, 

And  angels  mark  the  sinking  scale  ; 
Jesus  shall  call  his  folFwers  home, 
i  Ye  blessed  of  my  Father !  come.' 


HYxMN  CCLVIII.     C.  M. 

Charity  hymn. 

1  Lord  of  life,  all  praise  excelling, 
Thou  in  glory  unconfin'd, 
Dei^n'st  to  make  thy  humble  dwelling 
With  the  poor  of  humble  mind. 


308  mvm. 

2  As  thy  love  through  all  creation, 

Beams  like  thy  diffusive  light ; 
So  the  scorn'd  and  humble  station 
Rises  in  thine  equal  sight. 

3  Thus  thy  care  for  all  providing, 

Warm'd  thy  faithful  prophet's  tongue; 
Who  the  lot  of  all  deciding, 
To  thy  chosen  Israel  sung ; 

4  When  thine  harvest  yields  thee  pleasure. 

Thou  the  golden  sheaf  shall  bind  ; 
To  the  poor  belongs  the  treasure 
Of  the  scatter'd  ears  behind. 

5  When  thy  olive  plants  increasing, 

Pour  their  plenty  o'er  thy  plain, 

Grateful  thou  shalt  take  the  blessing, 

But  not  search  the  bough  again. 

6  When  thy  favour'd  vintage  flowing, 

Gladdens  thy  autumnal  scene, 
Own  the  bounteous  hand  bestowing, 
But  thy  vines  the  poor  shall  glean. 

7  Still  we  read  thy  words  declaring 

Mercy,  Lord,  thine  own  decree  ; 
Mercy  every  sorrow  sharing, 

Warms  the  heart  resembling  thee. 

8  Still  the  orphan  and  the  stranger, 

Still  the  widow  owns  thy  care, 
Screen'd  by  thee  in  every  danger, 
Heard  by  thee  in  every  prayer. 


HYMNS. 


309 


HYMN  CCLIX.     C.  M. 

The  same  subject. 

1  What  shall  we  render,  bounteous  Lord, 

For  all  the  grace  we  see  ? 
Alas !  the  goodness  worms  can  yield, 
Extendeth  not  to  thee. 

2  Our  ofY'ring  is  a  willing  mind 

To  comfort  the  distrest ; 
In  others'  griefs  our  own  to  find, 
In  others'  blessings,  blest, 

3  To  tents  of  woe,  to  beds  of  pain, 

Our  cheerful  feet  repair  ; 
And,  with  the  gifts  thy  hand  bestows, 
Relieve  the  mourners  there. 

4  The  widow's  heart  shall  sing  for  joy ; 

The  orphan  shall  be  glad ; 
And  hung'ring  souls  we'll  gladly  point 
To  Christ  the  living  bread. 

5  Thus  what  our  heavenly  father  gave, 

Shall  we  as  freely  give  ; 
Thus  copy  him  who  liv'd  to  save, 
And  died  that  we  might  live. 

6  Thus,  passing  through  this  vale  of  tear,* 

Our  useful  light  shall  shine  ; 
And  others  learn  to  glorify 
Our  Father's  name  divine. 


310  HYMNS, 

HYMN  CCLX.    L.  M. 

The  beatitudes. 

i  Blest  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
Their  emptiness  and  poverty  ; 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  given, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heaven. 

2  Blest  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart ; 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 

A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 

3  Blest  are  the  meek,  who  stand  afar 
From  rage  and  passion,  noise  and  war ; 
God  will  secure  their  happy  state 

And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great. 

4  Blest  are  the  souls  that  thirst  for  grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteousness  ; 
They  shall  be  well  supplied  and  fed 
With  living  streams  and  living  bread. 

5  Blest  are  the  men  whose  hearts  still  move 
And  melt  with  sympathy  and  love  ; 
From  Christ  the  Lord  they  shall  obtain 
Like  sympathy  and  love  again. 

6  Blest  are  the  pure,  whose  hearts  are  clean 
From  the  defiling  power  of  sin  ; 

With  endless  pleasure  they  shall  see 
A  God  of  spotless  purity. 


HYMNS.  311 

Blest  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 
Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  strife ; 
They  shall  be  called  the  heirs  of  bliss, 
The  sons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace. 

Blest  are  the  suff'rers  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  shame  for  Jesus'  sake  ; 
Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward. 


HYMN  CCLXI.     Six  Line  C.  M. 

Contentment  and  resignation. 

To  be  resign'd,  when  ills  betide, 
Patient,  when  favours  are  denied, 

And  pleas'd  with  favours  given, — 
This  is  the  wise,  the  virtuous  part, 
This  is  that  incense  of  the  heart, 

Whose  fragrance  reaches  heaven. 

Thus  thro'  life's  changing  scenes  we'll  go. 
Its  chequer'd  paths  of  joy  and  woe 

With  holy  care  we'll  tread  ; 
Quit  its  vain  scenes  without  a  tear, 
Without  a  trouble  or  a  fear, 

And  mingle  with  the  dead. 

For  conscience,  like  a  faithful  fr'e  id, 
Shall  through  the  gloomy  vale  at.e  id, 

And  cheer  our  dying  breath  ; 
Shall,  when  all  other  comforts  cea.  e, 
Like  a  kind  angel,  whisper  peace, 

And  smooth  the  bed  of  death. 


3T2  HYMN'S. 

HYMN  CCLXII.    L.M. 

Contentment  ivith  little. 

}  Fountain  of  blessing,  ever  bless'd, 
Enriching  all,  of  all  possess'd  ; 
By  whom  the  whole  creation  's  fed, 
Give  me,  each  day,  my  daily  bread. 

2  To  thee  my  very  life  I  owe, 

From  thee  do  all  my  comforts  flow  ; 
And  every  blessing  which  I  need, 
Must  from  thy  bounteous  hand  proceed. 

3  Great  things  are  not  what  I  desire, 
Nor  dainty  meat,  nor  rich  attire ; 
Content  with  little  would  1  be, 

That  little,  Lord,  must  come  from  thee. 

4  While  wicked  men,  with  all  their  store, 
Are  ever  grasping  after  more  ;  * 
With  Agur's  wish  I'm  satisfied, 

Nor  grudge  them  all  the  world  beside. 


HYMN  CCLXIII.     C.  31. 

The  vanity  of  earthly  enjoyments. 

1  How  vain  are  all  things  here  below ! 

How  false,  and  yet  how  fair ! 
Each  pleasure  has  its  poison  too, 
And  every  sweet  a  snare. 

2  The  brightest  things  below  the  sky 

Give  but  a  flatt'ring  light ; 


HYMNS.  313 

We  should  suspect  some  danger  near. 
Where  we  possess  delight. 

3  Pleasure's  delusive  form  we  trace, 

Or  dig  for  shining  ore  ; 
At  honour's  gaudy  shrine  we  bow, 
Or  grasp  at  boundless  power. 

4  The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love, 

How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense  ! 
Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
'Tis  hard  to  call  them  thence. 

5  The  living  spring  neglected  flows 

Full  in  our  daily  view ; 
Yet  we  with  anxious,  fruitless  toil, 
These  broken  cisterns  hew. 

6  Be  faith,  and  hope,  and  love  divine, 

My  soul's  eternal  food  ; 
And  wean  this  fond,  this  restless  heart 
From  all  created  good. 


HYMN  CCLXTV.     C.  M. 

Insufficiency  and  danger  of  the  uorld. 

1  How  eagerly  do  men  pursue 

Each  idle,  childish  toy ; 
And  venture  everlasting  death 
To  win  a  moment's  joy  ; 

2  Neglected  leave  their  nobler'mind. 

Or  all  its  whiteness  stain ; 

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314 


HYMNS. 


And  angels'  happiness  resign, 
The  bliss  of  brutes  to  gain. 

3  The  pleasures  that  allure  the  sense 

Are  dang'rous  to  us  all ; 
Sweet  at  the  first,  how  soon  succeeds 
The  bitterness  of  gall. 

4  God  is  mine  all-sufficient  good, 

My  portion  and  my  choice  ; 

In  him  my  vast  desires  are  fill'd, 

And  all  my  powers  rejoice. 

5  In  vain  the  world  accosts  my  ear, 

And  tempts  my  heart  anew  ; 
I  cannot  buy  your  bliss  so  dear, 
Nor  part  with  heaven  for  you. 


HYMN  CCLXV.     Z.  M. 

JVo  rest  on  earth. 

1  Man  has  a  soul  of  vast  desires, 

He  burns  within  with  restless  fires  ; 
Tost  to  and  fro,  his  passions  fly, 
Through  all  the  scenes  below  the  sky. 

2  In  vain  on  earth  we  hope  to  find 
Some  solid  good  to  fill  the  mind  ; 
We  try  new  pleasures,  but  we  feel 
The  inward  thirst  and  torment  still. 

3  So  when  a  raging  fever  burns, 

We  shift  from  side  to  side  by  turns  : 


HYMNS.  315 

And  'tis  a  poor  relief  we  gain, 

To  change  the  place,  but  keep  the  pain. 

4  Great  God  !  subdue  this  vicious  thirst, 
This  love  to  vanity  and  dust ; 
Cure  the  vile  fever  of  the  mind, 
And  feed  our  souls  with  joys  refin'd. 

HYMN  CCLXV1.     C.  M. 

Instability  of  xvorldly  enjoyments.. 

1  The  evils  that  beset  our  path, 

Who  can  prevent  or  cure  ? 
We  stand  upon  the  brink  of  death, 
When  most  we  seem  secure. 

2  If  we  to-day  sweet  peace  possess, 

It  soon  may  be  withdrawn ; 
Some  change  may  plunge  us  in  distress 
Before  to-morrow's  dawn. 

3  Disease  and  pain  invade  our  health, 

And  find  an  easy  prey  ; 
And  oft,  when  least  expected,  wealth 
Takes  wings  and  flies  away. 

4  The  gourds  from  which  we  look  for  fruit, 

Produce  us  often  pain  ; 
A  worm  unseen  attacks  the  root, 
And  all  our  hopes  are  vain. 

5  Since  sin  has  fill'd  the  earth  with  woe, 

And  creatures  fade  and  die, 
Lord  !  wean  our  hearts  from  things  below, 
And  fix  our  hopes  on  high. 


31  t>  HYMNS. 

HYMN  CCLXVII.    L.M. 

Human  life. 

1  Like  shadows  gliding  o'er  the  plain, 
Or  clouds  that  roll  successive  on, 
Man's  busy  generations  pass, 

And  while  we  gaze,  their  forms  are  gone* 

2  Vain  was  the  boast  of  lengthen'd  years, 
The  patriarch's  full  maturity  ; 

'Twas  but  a  larger  drop  to  swell 
The  ocean  of  eternity. 

3  <  He  liv'd — he  died  ;'  behold  the  sum, 
The  abstract  of  th'  historian's  page  ! 
Alike,  in  God's  all-seeing  eye, 

The  infant's  day,  the  patriarch's  age. 

4  O  Father  !  in  whose  mighty  hand, 
The  boundless  years  and  ages  lie  ; 
Teach  us  thy  boon  of  life  to  prize, 
And  use  the  moments  as  they  fly ; 

5  To  crowd  the  narrow  span  of  life 
With  wise  designs  and  virtuous  deeds  ; 
So  shall  we  wake  from  death's  dark  night, 
To  share  the  glory  that  succeeds. 

HYMN  CCLXVIII.     i.  M. 

The  day  of  life  declining. 

1  The  short-lived  day  declines  in  haste ; 
The  night  of  death  approaches  fast ; 


HYMNS.  317 

With  rapid  speed  the  moments  run  ; 
In  which  the  work  of  life  is  done. 

With  willing  hearts,  and  active  hands, 
Lord  !  may  we  practise  thy  commands. 
Improve  the  moments  as  they  fly, 
And  live  as  we  would  wish  to  die. 


HYMN  CCLXIX.     7s  M. 

The  shortness  of  life. 

1  While,  with  careless  course,  the  sua 
Hasted  through  the  closing  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 
Never  more  to  meet  us  here. 

2  Finish'd  is  probation's  day, 
They  have  done  with  ail  below; 
We  a  little  longer  stay, 

But  how  little,  none  can  know. 

3  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 
Speedily,  the  mark  to  find  ; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 
Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind  ; 

4  Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 
Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream; 
Upwards,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise, 
All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

5  Thanks,  for  mercies  past,  receive ; 
Pardon  for  our  sins  renew  ; 

27* 


#18  HYMNS. 

Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live, 
With  eternity  in  view. 

G  Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old  ; 
Fill  our  hearts  with  filial  love  ; 
And,  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 
May  we  dwell  with  thee  above, 

HYMN  CCLXX.     Z.  M. 

Time  flying  ;  death  approaching. 

1  That  awful  hour  will  soon  appear, 
Swift  on  the  wings  of  time  it  flies, 
When  all  that  pains  or  pleases  here, 
Will  vanish  from  my  closing  eyes. 

2  Think,  O  my  soul  !  how  much  depends 
On  the  short  period  of  to-day  ; 

Shall  time,  which  Heaven  in  mercy  lends, 
Be  negligently  thrown  away  ? 

3  Thy  remnant  minutes  strive  to  use  ; 
Awake  !  rouse  every  active  power  ; 
And  not  in  dreams  and  trifles  lose 
This  little,  this  important  hour  ! 

4  Lord  of  my  life  !  inspire  my  heart 
With  heavenly  ardour,  grace  divine ; 
Nor  let  thy  presence  e'er  depart, 

For  strength,  and  life,  and  death  are  thine. 

5  O  teach  me  the  celestial  skill, 
Each  awful  warning  to  improve  ! 

And  while  my  days  are  short'ning  still, 
Prepare  me  for  the  joys  above  ! 


HYMNS.  319 

HYMN  CCLXXI.    L.  M. 

Life  the  day  of  grace. 

1  Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  time  t'  insure  the  great  reward  ; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  on  to  burn, 
The  greatest  sinner  may  return. 

2  Life  is  the  season  God  has  given 
To  fit  us  for  the  joys  of  heaven  ; 
That  day  of  graee  fleets  fast  away, 
And  none  its  rapid  course  can  stay. 

3  Then  what  our  thoughts  design  to  do, 
Let  us  with  all  our  might  pursue  ; 
And  wisely  every  hour  employ, 
That  faith  and  hope  may  turn  to  joy. 

HYMN  CCLXXII.     Z.  M. 

The  importance  of  time. 

1  Time,  time,  how  few  thy  value  weigh  I 
How  few  will  estimate  a  day  ! 

Days,  months,  and  years  keep  rolling  on, 
The  soul  neglected  and  undone. 

2  In  painful  cares,  or  empty  joys, 
Our  life  its  precious  hours  destroys; 
While  death  stands  watching  at  our  side, 
Eager  to  stop  the  living  tide. 

3  Was  it  for  this,  ye  mortal  race, 
The  Maker  gave  you  here  a  place  ? 


320  HYMNS. 

Was  it  for  this,  his  thought  designed 
The  frame  of  your  immortal  mind  ? 

4  For  lofty  cares,  for  joys  sublime, 
He  fashion'd  you  the  sons  of  time  ; 
Pilgrims  of  time,  ere  long  to  be 
The  dwellers  in  eternity. 

5  This  season  of  your  being,  know, 
Is  portion'd  you  your  deeds  to  sow, 
Wisdom's  and  folly's  differing  grain, 
In  future  worlds  is  bliss  and  pain. 

6  Be  warn'd  ;    each  night  the  day  review, 
Idle  or  busy  ;  search  it  through  ; 

And  while  probation's  minutes  last, 
Let  every  day  amend  the  past. 


HYMN  CCLXXIII.     CM, 

The  lapse  of  time  improved. 

1  Remark,  my  soul !  the  narrow  bounds 

Of  the  revolving  year  ! 
How   swift    the   weeks   complete    their 
rounds ! 
How  short  the  months  appear  ! 

2  So  fast,  eternity  comes  on, 

And  that  important  day, 
When  all  that  mortal  life  has  done 
God's  judgment  shall  survey. 


HYMNS.  321 

Yet  like  an  idle  tale  we  pass 

The  swift  advancing  year  ; 
A  nd  study  artful  ways  to  haste 

The  speed  of  its  career. 

Waken,  O  God  !  this  trifling  heart, 

My  great  concern  to  see  ; 
That  I  may  choose  the  better  part, 

And  give  the  year  to  thee. 

Thus  shall  their  course  more  grateful  roll, 

If  future  years  arise  ; 
Or  this  shall  bear  my  willing  soul 

To  joy  that  never  dies. 


HYMN  CCLXXIV.     L.  M. 

The  wisdom  of  improving  time. 

1  God  of  eternity !  from  thee 

Did  infant  time  his  being  draw ; 
Moments  and  days,  and  months  and  years, 
Revolve  by  thine  unvaried  law. 

2  Silent,  but  swift,  they  glide  away  ; 
Steady  and  strong  the  current  flows, 
Lost  in  eternity's  wide  sea, 

The  boundless  gulf  from  which  it  rose. 

3  The  thoughtless  tribes  of  mortal  men, 
Along  the  mighty  stream  are  borne 
On  to  their  everlasting  home, 

That  country  whence  there  's  no  return. 


322  HYMNS. 

4  Yet  while  the  shore,  on  either  side, 
Presents  a  gaudy,  flatt'ring  show ! 
We  gaze,  in  fond  amazement  lost, 
Nor  think  to  what  a  world  we  go. 

5  Great  Source  of  wisdom !  teach  our  hearts 
To  know  the  worth  of  every  hour  ; 
That  time  may  bear  us  on  to  joys 
Beyond  its  measure  and  its  power. 


HYMN  CCLXXV.      Six  Line  L.  M. 

Reflections  on  death. 

1  Yet  a  few  years,  or  clays,  perhaps, 
Or  moments,  pass  in  silent  lapse, 
And  time  to  me  shall  be  no  more  ! 

No  more  the  sun  these  eyes  shall  view, 
Earth  o'er  these  limbs  her  dust  shall  strew, 
And  life's  delusive  dream  be  o'er. 

2  Great  God !  how  awful  is  the  scene  ! 
A  breath,  a  transient  breath,  between  ; 
And  can  I  waste  life's  fleeting  day  ? 
To  earth,  alas  !  too  firmly  bound, — 
Trees  deeply  rooted  in  the  ground 
Are  shiver'd  when  they're  torn  away. 

3  Great  Cause  of  all,  above,  below  ; 
Who  knows  thee  must  for  ever  know 
Thou  art  immortal  and  divine ; 
Thine  image  on  my  soul  impress'd, 
Of  endless  being  is  the  test, 

And  bids  eternity  be  mine. 


HVMNS.  o23 

HYMxN  CCLXXVl.     C.  M. 

Lesson  of  human  frailly. 

1  So  pass  our  fleeting  years  away, 

And  time  runs  on  its  race  ; 
In  vain  we  ask  a  moment's  stay, 
Time  lessens  not  its  pace. 

2  But,  Lord  !  what  mighty  things  depend 

On  our  precarious  breath  ! 
And  soon  this  fleeting  life  will  end 
In  future  life  or  death. 

3  O  make  us  truly  wise  to  learn 

How  very  frail  we  are ; 
That  we  may  mind  our  grand  concern, 
And  for  our  change  prepare  ; 

4  May  think  of  death,  and  learn  to  die 

To  all  inferior  tilings  ; 
Whilst  our  glad  souls  aspiring  fly 
To  life's  eternal  springs. 


HYMN  CCLXXVII.     L.  M. 

'  Man  comtlh  forth  like  a  flower.1 

1  The  morning  flowers  display  their  sweets, 
And  gay  their  silken  leaves  unfold, 
As  careless  of  the  noon-day  heats, 
As  fearless  of  the  evening  cold. 


324  HYMNS* 

2  Nipp'd  by  the  wind's  unkindly  blast, 
Parch'd  by  the  sun's  director  ray, 
The  momentary  glories  waste  ; 
The  short-lived  beauties  die  away. 

3  So  blooms  the  human  face  divine, 
When  youth  its  pride  and  beauty  shows  ; 
Fairer  than  spring  the  colours  shine, 
And  sweeter  than  the  op'ning  rose. 

4  Or  worn  by  slowly  rolling  years, 
Or  broke  by  sickness  in  a  day, 
The  fading  glory  disappears, 
The  short-lived  beauties  die  away. 

5  Yet  these,  new  rising  from  the  tomb, 
With  lustre  brighter  far  shall  shine, 
Revive  with  ever-during  bloom, 
Safe  from  diseases  and  decline. 

(3  Though  sickness  blast,  and  death  devour, 
Yet  heaven  will  recompense  our  pains ; 
The  grass  may  fade,  and  droop  the  flower, 
But  firm  the  word  of  God  remains. 


HYMN  CCLXXVIIL  CM. 

A  fimeral  thought. 

Hark  !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound  ; 

Mine  ears  attend  the  cry, 
(  Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground, 

Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 


HYMNS.  S25 

2  '  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 

In  spite  of  all  your  towers  ; 
The  tall,  the  wise,  the  rev'rend  head, 
Must  lie  as  low  as  ours. ' 

3  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 

And  are  we  still  secure  ? 
Still  walking  downwards  to  our  tomb, 
And  yet  prepare  no  more  ? 

4  Grant  us  the  powers  of  quick'ning  grace. 

To  fit  our  souls  to  fly ; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
We'll  rise  above  the  sky. 


HYMN  CCLXXIX.     L.  M. 

The  grave. 

1  Here  busy  life,  here  pleasure  ends, 
And  tie  of  blood  and  tie  of  friends. 
Here  ends  probation's  hour,  and  here 
Virtue's  hard  strife  with  sin  and  care. 

2  Why  for  vain  riches  do  I  toil, 
Gathering  for  death  a  larger  spoil  ? 
Why  for  this  dying  flesh  purvey, 
The  sinful  pleasures  of  a  day  ? 

3  Why  cling  so  closely  to  my  heart 
Kindred  and  friends?  we  soon  must  part ! 
And  wherefore  do  I  waste  the  span 

Of  mercy  limited  to  man? 
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326  HYMNS. 

4  The  pious  few  O  let  me  join, 

And  with  their  faith  my  breath  resign ; 
That  their  hereafter,  mine  may  be, 
Ev'n  mine  their  blest  eternity. 


HYMN  CCLXXX.     C.  M. 

Peace  of  the  grave. 

1  How  still  and  peaceful  is  the  grave, 

Where,  life's  vain  tumults  past, 
Th'  appointed  house,  by  heaven's  decree, 
Receives  us  all  at  last ! 

2  The  wicked  there  from  troubling  cease  ; 

There,  passions  rage  no  more ; 
And  there  the  weary  pilgrim  rests 
From  all  the  toils  he  bore. 

3  There  rest  the  pris'ners,  now  releas'd 

From  slavery's  sad  abode  ; 
No  more  they  hear  th'  oppressor's  voice, 
Or  dread  the  tyrant's  rod. 

4  There,  servants,  masters,  small  and  great, 

Partake  the  same  repose  ; 
And  there,  in  peace,  the  ashes  mix 
Of  those  who  once  were  foes. 

5  All,  levell'd  by  the  hand  of  death, 

Lie  sleeping  in  the  tomb  ; 
Till  God  in  judgment  call  them  forth 
To  meet  their  righteous  doom. 


HYMNS.  32$ 

HYMN  CCLXXX1.     C.  M. 

Early  death. 

1  Life  is  a  span,  a  fleeting  hour, 

How  soon  the  vapour  flies ! 
Man  is  a  tender,  transient  flower, 
That  ev'n  in  blooming  dies ! 

2  The  once  lov'd  form,  now  cold  and  dead. 

Each  mournful  thought  employs  ; 
And  nature  weeps  her  comforts  fled, 
And  wither'd  all  her  joys. 

3  But  wait  the  interposing  gloom, 

And  lo  !  stern  winter  flies  ! 
And  drest  in  beauty's  fairest  bloom, 
The  flowery  tribes  arise. 

4  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time ; 

When  what  we  now  deplore, 

Shall  rise  in  full  immortal  prime, 

And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 

5  Then  cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  tears, 

Religion  points  on  high ; 
There  everlasting  spring  appears, 
And  joys  that  cannot  die. 


HYMN  CCLXXXII.     C.  M. 

Death  of  a  young  person. 

1   When  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away 
By  death's  resistless  hand, 


328  HYMNS. 

Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 
Which  sorrow  must  demand. 

2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

O  may  this  truth,  impress'd 
With  awful  power, — I  too  must  die,- 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast ! 

3  Let  this  vain  world  delude  no  more  ; 

Behold  the  op'ning  tomb  ; 
It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour  ; 
To-morrow,  death  may  come. 

4  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene 

May  every  heart  obey ; 
Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain, 
Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 


HYMN  CCLXXXIII.     8.  M 

Re/lections  on  the  state  of  our  fathers. 

1  How  swift  the  torrent  rolls, 
That  bears  us  to  the  sea ! 

The  tide  that  bears  our  thoughtless  souls 
To  vast  eternity ! 

2  Our  fathers,  where  are  they, 
With  all  they  call'd  their  own  ? 

Their  joys  and  griefs,  and  hopes  and  cares. 
And  wealth  and  honour — gone. 

3  There,  where  the  fathers  lie, 
Must  all  the  children  dwell  ; 


HYMNS.  329 

Nor  other  heritage  possess, 
But  such  a  gloomy  cell. 

4  God  of  our  fathers  !  hear, 
Thou  everlasting  Friend  ! 

While  we,  as  on  life's  utmost  verge, 
Our  souls  to  thee  commend. 

5  Of  all  the  pious  dead, 
May  we  the  footsteps  trace, 

Till  with  them,  in  the  land  of  light, 
We  dwell  before  thy  face. 


HYMN  CCLXXXI V.     L.  M. 

On  the  death  of  a  parent. 

1  Though  nature's  voice  you  must  obey, 
Think,  while  your  swelling  griefs  o'erflow, 
That  hand,  which  takes   your  joys  away, 
That  sov'reign  hand  can  heal  your  woe. 

2  And  while  your  mournful  tho'ts  deplore 
The  parent  gone,  remov'd  the  friend  ! 
With  heart  resign'd,  his  grace  adore, 
On  whom  your  nobler  hopes  depend. 

3  Does  he  not  bid  his  children  come 
Through  death's  dark  shades  to  realms  of 

light  ? 
Yet,  when  he  calls  them  to  their  home, 
Shall  fond  survivors  mourn  their  flight  ? 
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530  HYMNS. 

4  His  word — here  let  your  soul  rely — 
Immortal  consolation  gives ; 

Your  heavenly  Father  cannot  die. 
Th'  eternal  Friend  for  ever  lives. 

5  O  be  that  best  of  friends  your  trust, 
On  his  almighty  arm  recline  ; 

He,  when  your  comforts  sink  in  dust, 
Can  give  you  blessings  more  divine. 


HYMN  CCLXXXV.     L.  M. 

On  the  death  of  a  child. 

1  As  the  sweet  flower  which  scents  the  morn, 

But  withers  in  the  rising  day, 

Thus  lovely  seem'd  the  infant's  dawn  ! 

Thus  swiftly  fled  its  life  away ! 

2  Ere  sin  could  blight,  or  sorrow  fade, 
Death  timely  came  with  friendly  care ; 
The  op'ning  bud  to  heaven  convey'd, 
And  bade  it  bloom  for  ever  there. 

3  It  died  before  its  infant  soul 

Had  ever  burn'd  with  wrong  desire  ; 
Had  ever  spurn'd  at  Heaven's  control, 
Or  ever  quench'd  its  sacred  fire. 

\  It  died  to  sin,  it  died  to  care  ; 
But  for  a  moment  felt  the  rod, 
Then,  springing  on  the  viewless  air, 
Spread  its  light  wings,  andsoar'dtoGod. 


HYMNS.  331 

HYMN  CCLXXXVI.     L.  M. 

On  the  dangerous  sickness  of  a  minister. 

1  O  Thou,  before  whose  gracious  throne 
We  bow  our  suppliant  spirits  down ! 
Thou  know'st  the  anxious  cares  we  feel, 
And  all  our  trembling  lips  would  tell. 

2  Thou  only  canst  assuage  our  grief, 
And  give  our  sorrowing  hearts  relief; 
In  mercy  then  thy  servant  spare, 
Nor  turn  aside  thy  people's  prayer. 

3  Avert  thy  desolating  stroke, 

Nor  smite  the  shepherd  of  the  flock ; 
Restore  him,  sinking  to  the  grave, 
Stretch  out  thine  arm,  make  haste  to  save- 

4  Bound  to  each  soul  by  tender  ties, 
In  every  heart  his  image  lies  ; 
Thy  pitying  aid,  O  God !  impart, 

Nor  rend  him  from  each  bleeding  heart. 

5  But  if  our  supplications  fail, 

And  prayers  and  tears  cannot  prevail, 
Be  thou  his  strength,  be  thou  his  stay  ; 
Support  him  through  the  gloomy  way. 

6  Around  him  may  thine  angels  stand, 
Waiting  the  signal  of  thy  hand, 

To  bid  his  happy  spirit  rise, 

And  bear  him  to  their  native  skies. 


332  HYMNS. 

HYMN  CCLXXXVII.     C.  M. 

For  a  congregation  on  the  death  of  its  minister. 

1  Though  earthly  shepherds  dwell  in  dust, 

The  aged  and  the  young  ; 
The  watchful  eye  in  darkness  closrd, 
And  mute  th'  instructive  tongue ; 

2  Th'  Eternal  Shepherd  still  survives, 

New  comfort  to  impart ; 
His  eye  still  guides  us,  and  his  voice 
Still  animates  our  heart. 

3  To  him,  when  mortal  comforts  fail, 

His  suppliant  people  fly  ; 
And  on  th'  Eternal  Shepherd's  care, 
With  cheerful  hope  rely. 

4  The  powers  of  nature,  Lord  !  are  thine  ; 

And  thine  the  aids  of  grace  ; 
Thine  arm  has  borne  thy  churches  up, 
Through  every  rising  race. 

5  Exert  thy  sacred  influence  here, 

Thy  mourning  servants  bless  ; 
O  change  to  strains  of  cheerful  praise 
Their  accents  of  distress. 


HYMN  CCLXXXVIII.     X.  3L 

Resignation  and  hope. 

I  Weary  of  these  low  scenes  of  night, 
My  fainting  heart  grows  sick  of  time. 


HYMNS.  63* 

Sighs  for  the  dawn  of  sweet  delight, 
Sighs  for  a  distant,  happier  clime  ! 

2  Ah  why  that  sigh  ?  peace,  coward  heart, 
And  learn  to  bear  thy  lot  of  woe  ; 
Look  round,  how  easy  is  thy  part, 

To  what  thy  fellow-suff Vers  know. 

3  Are  not  the  sorrows  of  the  mind 
Entail'd  on  every  mortal  birth  ? 
Convinc'd,  hast  thou  not  long  resign'd 
The  flatt'ring  hope  of  bliss  on  earth  ? 

4  'Tis  just,  'tis  right ;  thus  he  ordains, 
Who  form'd  this  animated  clod ; 
That  needful  cares,  instructive  pains, 
May  bring  the  restless  heart  to  God. 

5  In  him,  my  soul,  behold  thy  rest, 
Nor  hope  for  bliss  below  the  sky  ; 
Come  resignation  to  my  breast, 
And  silence  every  plaintive  sigh. 

6  Come,  faith  and  hope,  celestial  pair ! 
Calm  resignation  waits  on  you ; 
Beyond  these  gloomy  scenes  of  care, 
Point  out  a  soul-reviving  view. 

7  Parent  of  good  !  'tis  thine  to  give 
These  cheerful  graces  to  the  mind  ; 
Smile  on  my  soul,  and  bid  me  live 
Desiring,  hoping,  yet  resign'd  ! 


334  HYMNS. 

HYMN  CCLXXXIX.    L.  M. 

The  grave  destroyed. 

1  Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb, 
Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust  ; 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room 
To  slumber  in  thy  silent  dust. 

2  No  pain,  no  grief,  no  anxious  fear, 
Invade  thy  bounds  ;  no  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 
Whilst  angels  watch  its  soft  repose. 

3  So  Jesus  slept ;  God's  dying  son 

Past  through  the  grave  and  blest  the  bed  ; 
Then  rest,  dear  saint,  till  from  his  throne 
The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the  shade. 

4  Break  from  his  throne,  illustrious  morn! 
Attend,  O  grave,  his  sovereign  word ! 
Restore  thy  trust ;  the  glorious  form 
Will  then  arise  to  meet  the  Lord. 


HYMN  CCXC.     L.  31. 

Encouragement  to  the  suffering  Christian. 

1  Faint  not,  poor  traveller,  though  thy  way 
Be  rough,  like  that  thy  Saviour  trod  ; 
Though  cold  and  stormy  lower  the  day, 
This  path  of  suffering  leads  to  God. 

2  Nay,  sink  not,  though  from  every  limb 
Are  starting  drops  of  toil  and  pain ; 


HYMNS.  535 

Thou  dost  but  share  the  lot  of  him, 
With  whom  his  followers  are  to  reign. 

3  Christian  !  thy  friend,  thy  master  prayed, 
While  dread  and  anguish  shook  his  frame  ; 
Then  met  his  sufFrings  undismayed  ; 
Wilt  thou  not  strive  to  do  the  same  ? 

4  O,  think'st  thou  that  his  Father's  love 
Shone  round  him  then  with  fainter  rays. 
Than  now,  when  throned  all  height  above, 
Unceasing  voices  hymn  his  praise  ? 

5  Go,  sufferer,  calmly  meet  the  woes, 
Which  God's  own  mercy  bids  thee  bear, 
Then,  rising  as  thy  Saviour  rose, 

Go,  his  eternal  victory  share. 


HYMN  CCXC1.     P.  3L 

The  pilgrim's  song. 

1  Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise,  from  transitory  things 

Towards  heaven,  thy  native  place. 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay,  . 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepar'd  above. 


336  HYMNS. 

2  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn  ; 

Press  onward  to  the  prize ; 
Soon  your  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  skies. 
Yet  a  season  and,  you  know, 

Happy  entrance  shall  be  given, 
All  your  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchang'd  for  heaven. 


HYMN  CCXCII.    C.  31. 

The  Christian  supported. 

1  Yes,  there  's  a  better  world  on  high  ; 

Hope  on,  thou  pious  breast ; 
Faint  not,  thou  traveller,  on  the  sky 
Thy  weary  feet  shall  rest. 

2  Anguish  may  rend  each  vital  part ; 

Poor  man  !  thy  frame  how  frail ! 
Yet  heaven's  own  strength  shall  shield  thy 
heart, 
When  strength  and  flesh  shall  fail. 

3  Thro'  death's  dread  vale  of  deepest  shade 

Thy  feet  must  surely  go  ; 
Yet  there,  ev'n  there,  walk  undismay'd ; 
'Tis  thy  last  scene  of  woe. 

4  Jesus,  and  with  the  tenderest  hand, 

Shall  guard  the  trav'ller  through ; 
i  Hail !'  shalt  thou  cry, '  hail,  promis'd  land ! 
And,  wilderness,  adieu  !' 


HYMNS.  337 

Jesus !  O  make  our  souls  thy  care  ! 

O  take  us  all  to  thee  ; 
Where'er  thou  art,  we  ask  not  where  ; 

But  there  'tis  heaven  to  be. 


HYMN  CCXCIII.    P.  M. 

The  dying  christian. 

1  Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame, 
Quit,  O  quit  this  mortal  frame ! 
Trembling,  hoping,  ling'ring,  flying  ; 

0  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying ! 
Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life. 

2  Hark  !  they  whisper !  angels  say, 

1  Sister  spirit,  come  away.' 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite, 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight, 
Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breath  ? 
Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death  ? 

3  The  world  recedes ;  it  disappears. 
Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes ;  my  ears 
With  sounds  seraphic  ring. 

Lend,  lend  your  wings ;  I  mount,  I  fly, 
O  grave,  where  is  thy  victory  ? 
O  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 
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638  HYMNS. 

HYMN  CCXCIV.     Six  Line  C.  M. 

The  same  subject. 

1  When  life's  tempestuous  storms  are  o'er ; 
How  calm  he  meets  the  friendly  shore, 

Who  lived  averse  from  sin, 
Such  peace  on  virtue's  paths  attends, 
That  where  the  sinner's  pleasure  ends, 

The  good  man's  joys  begin. 

2  See  smiling  patience  smooth  his  brow ! 
See  bending  angels  downward  bow! 

To  lift  his  soul  on  high  ; 
While  eager  for  the  blest  abode, 
He  joins  with  them  to  praise  the  God, 

Who  taught  him  how  to  die. 

3  The  horrors  of  the  grave  and  hell, 
Those  horrors  which  the  wicked  feel, 

In  vain  their  gloom  display ; 
For  he  who  bids  yon  comet  burn, 
Or  makes  the  night  descend,  can  turn 

Their  darkness  into  day, 

4  No  sorrow  drowns  his  lifted  eyes, 

No  horror  wrests  the  struggling  sighs, 

As  from  the  sinner's  breast ; 
His  God,  the  God  of  peace  and  love, 
Pours  kindly  solace  from  above, 
And  heals  his  soul  with  rest. 

5  O  grant,  my  Saviour,  and  my  friend, 
Such  joys  may  gild  my  peaceful  end, 

And  calm  my  evening  close  ; 


HYMNS.  33Pf 

While  loos'd  from  every  earthly  tie. 
With  steady  confidence  I  fly 
To  him,  from  whom  I  rose. 


HYMN  CCXCV.  L.M. 

The  same  subject. 

1  Sweet  is  the  scene  when  virtue  dies, 
When  sinks  a  righteous  soul  to  rest ; 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes, 
How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast. 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away, 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er. 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day, 
So  dies  the  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  Triumphant  smiles  the  victor  brow, 
Fann'd  by  some  angel's  heavenly  wing  ; 
O  grave,  where  is  thy  vict'ry  now  ? 
Insidious  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 

4  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around  ; 

A  calm  which  nothing  can  destroy ; 
Nought  can  disturb  that  peace  profound 
Which  their  unfettered  souls  enjoy. 

5  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears, 
Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell, 
How  bright  th'  unchanging  morn  appears, 
Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell  !j 


340  HYMNS. 

6  Its  duty  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 
Light,  from  its  load,  the  spirit  flies ; 
While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, 
'  Sweet  is  the  scene  when  virtue  dies.' 


HYMN  CCXCVI.    L.  M. 

Prayer  of  the  dying  christian. 

1  The  hour  of  my  departure  's  come  ; 
I  hear  the  voice  that  calls  me  home. 
At  last,  O  Lord  !  let  trouble  cease, 
And  let  thy  servant  die  in  peace. 

2  The  race  appointed  I  have  run  ; 
The  combat  's  o'er,  the  prize  is  won  ; 
And  now  my  witness  is  on  high, 
And  now  my  record  's  in  the  sky. 

3  I  leave  the  world  without  a  tear, 
Save  for  the  friends  I  hold  so  dear ; 
To  heal  their  sorrows,  Lord  !  descend. 
And  to  the  friendless,  prove  a  friend. 

4  I  come,  I  come  at  thy  command, 
I  yield  my  spirit  to  thy  hand  ; 
Stretch  forth  thine  everlasting  arms, 
And  shield  me  in  the  last  alarms. 

5  The  hour  of  my  departure  's  come ; 
I  hear  the  voice  that  calls  me  home. 
Now,  O  my  God  !  let  trouble  cease  ; 
Now  let  thy  servant  die  in  peace. 


HYMNS.  341 

HYMN  CCXCVII.     C.  M. 

1  Blessed  are  the  dead,  who  die  in  the  Lord.'' 

1  Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims 

For  all  the  pious  dead  ; 
Sweet  is  the  savour  of  their  names, 
And  soft  their  dying  bed. 

2  They  sleep  in  Jesus,  and  are  bless'd  ; 

How  calm  their  slumbers  are  ! 
From  sufferings  and  from  sins  releas'd, 
And  freed  from  every  care. 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 

They  're  present  with  the  Lord  ; 
The  labours  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 


HYMN  CCXCVIIT.     L.  M, 

The  aged  christian  longing  for  heaven. 

O  could  I  soar  to  worlds  above, 
That  bless'd  abode  of  peace  and  love  ! 
How  gladly  would  I  mount  and  fly 
On  angels'  wings  to  joys  on  high  ! 

But  ah  !  still  longer  must  I  stay, 
Ere  darksome  night  is  changed  to  day  ; 
More  crosses,  sorrows,  conflicts  bear, 
Expos'd  to  trials,  pains,  and  care. 

Then  let  these  troubles  still  abound, 
Let  thorns  and  briars  strew  the  ground  ; 

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342  HYMNS. 

Let  storms  and  tempests  dreadful  come 
Till  I  arrive  at  heaven,  my  home. 

4  My  Father  knows  what  road  is  best, 
And  how  to  lead  to  peace  and  rest ; 
To  him  I  cheerful  give  my  all, 

Go  where  he  guides,  and  wait  his  call. 

5  When  he  commands  my  soul  away, 
Not  kingdoms  then  should  tempt  my  stay; 
With  rapture  I  shall  wake,  and  rise 

To  join  my  friends  above  the  skies. 


HYMN  CCXCIX.     Six  Line  L.  M. 

Life,  death,  and  the  resurrection. 

1  Eternal  God  !  how  frail  is  man ! 

Few  are  the  hours,  and  short  the  span, 
Between  the  cradle  and  the  grave  ; 
Who  can  prolong  his  vital  breath  ? 
Who  from  the  bold  demands  of  death 
Hath  skill  to  fly,  or  power  to  save  ? 

2  But  let  no  murm'ring  heart  complain, 
That,  therefore  man  is  made  in  vain, 
Nor  the  Creator's  grace  distrust ; 
For  though  his  servants  day  by  day, 
Go  to  their  graves,  and  turn  to  clay, 
A  bright  reward  awaits  the  just. 

o  Jesus  hath  made  thy  purpose  known,, 
A  new  and  better  life  hath  shown, 
And  we  the  glorious  tidings  hear ; 


HYMNS.  345 

For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 
That  we  can  read  his  holy  word, 
And  find  a  resurrection  there. 


HYMN  CCC.     C.  M. 

The  vegetable  creation  an  emblem  of  the  resurrection, 

1  All  nature  dies,  and  lives  again  ; 

The  flowers  that  paint  the  field, 
The  trees  that  crown  the  mountain's  brow, 
And  boughs  and  blossoms  yield ; 

2  Resign  the  honours  of  their  form 

At  winter's  stormy  blast ; 
And  leave  the  naked,  leafless  plain 
A  desolated  waste. 

3  Yet  soon  reviving  plants  and  flowers 

Anew  shall  deck  the  plain  ; 
The  woods  shall  hear  the  voice  of  spring, 
And  flourish  green  again. 

4  So  to  the  dreary  grave  consign'd, 

Man  sleeps  in  death's  dark  gloom, 
Until  th-  eternal  morning  wake 
The  slumbers  of  the  tomb. 

5  O  may  the  grave  become  to  me 

The  bed  of  peaceful  rest, 
Whence  I  shall  gladly  rise  at  length, 
And  mingle  with  the  bless'd ! 


344  HYMNS. 

6  Cheer'd  by  this  hope,  with  patient  mind 
I'll  wait  heaven's  high  decree, 
Till  th'  appointed  period  come 
When  death  shall  set  me  free. 


HYMN  CCC1.     C.  M. 

Prospect  of  the  resurrection. 

1  Lo  !  I  behold  the  scatter' d  shades, 

The  dawn  of  heaven  appears, 
The  sweet,  immortal  morning  spreads 
Its  blushes  round  the  spheres. 

2  I  see  the  Lord  of  glory  come, 

And  naming  guards  around  ; 
The  skies  divide  to  make  him  room, 
The  trumpet  shakes  the  ground. 

3  I  hear  the  voice,  '  Ye  dead,  arise  !' 

And  lo  !  the  graves  obey  ; 
And  waking  saints  with  joyful  eyes, 
Salute  th'  expected  day. 

4  They  leave  the  dust,  and  on  the  wing 

Rise  to  the  mid-way  air  ; 
In  shining  garments  meet  their  King, 
And  low  adore  him  there. 

5  How  will  their  joy  and  wonder  rise, 

When  their  returning  King, 
Shall  bear  them  homeward  thro'  the  skies, 
On  love's  triumphant  wing ! 


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HYMN  CCCII.    H.  M. 

Rising  with  Christ. 

1  Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose  ; 
The  Saviour  left  the  dead, 
Triumphant  o'er  our  foes 

He  rais'd  his  conquering  head. 
In  wild  dismay,  The  guards  around 

Fall  to  the  ground,       And  sink  away. 

2  Lo !  the  angelic  bands 
In  full  assembly  meet, 

To  wait  his  high  commands, 

And  worship  at  his  feet. 
Joyful  they  come,  And  wing  their  way 

From  realms  of  day      To  Jesus'  tomb. 

3  Then  back  to  heaven  they  fly, 
The  joyful  news  to  bear. 
Hark !  as  they  soar  on  high, 
What  music  fills  the  air ! 

Their  anthems  say  ;      '  Jesus,  who  bled, 
Hath  left  the  dead  ;      He  rose  to-day.' 

4  Ye  mortals,  catch  the  sound, 
Redeem'd  by  him  from  hell, 
And  send  the  echo  round 
The  globe  on  which  you  dwell. 

With  Christ  we  rise,  With  Christ  we  reign, 
And  empires  gain      Beyond  the  skies. 


346  HYMNS. 

HYMN  CCCIII.     C.  M. 

Death  succeeded  by  judgment. 

1  The  day  approaches,  O  my  soul ! 

The  great,  decisive  day, 
Which,  from  the  verge  of  mortal  life, 
Shall  bear  thee  far  away. 

2  Another  day  more  awful  dawns  ; 

And  lo !  the  judge  appears  ; 
All  nations  stand  before  his  bar, 
With  mingled  hopes  and  fears. 

3  Yet  does  one  short  preparing  hour, 

One  precious  hour  remain  ; 
Rouse,  then,  my  soul !  with  all  thy  power, 
Nor  let  it  pass  in  vain. 


HYMN  CCCIV.     Six  Line  C.  M. 

The  day  of  judgment. 

1  Hear,  O  ye  dead !  awake,  arise ! 

The  sounding  trumpet  shakes  the  skies 

The  awful  Judge  is  near  ; 
Angelic  guards  attend  him  down ; 
And  flaming  round  his  fiery  throne 

A  thousand  terrors  glare. 

2  Pale  guilt  looks  upward  with  amaze ; 
She  trembles  while  the  terrors  blaze, 

And  conscience  tells  her  doom  : 


HYMNS.  347 

Struck  with  unutterable  dread, 
The  sinner  fain  would  hide  his  head, 
And  shrink  within  the  tomb. 

3  But  ye,  his  happy  saints,  rejoice  ; 
No  terrors  hath  the  Monarch's  voice, 

His  looks,  no  frowns  for  you ; 
He  comes  your  spirits  to  convey 
To  regions  of  eternal  day, 

To  joys  for  ever  new. 

4  i  Bless'd  of  my  Father !  haste,'  he  cries  ; 
'  In  shining  triumph  mount  the  skies, 

To  nobler  worlds  above  ; 
There  shall  ye  share  my  blissful  sight, 
And  taste  the  fulness  of  delight, 

In  my  eternal  love.' 


HYMN  CCCV.     C.  M. 

Hope  i7i  the  divine  mercy. 

1  When  rising  from  the  bed  of  death,, 

O'erwhelm'd  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  see  my  Maker  face  to  face 
O  how  shall  I  appear ! 

2  If  now,  while  pardon  may  be  found 

And  mercy  may  be  sought, 
My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought, — 

3  When  thou,  O  Lord !  shalt  stand  disclos'd, 

In  majesty  severe, 


348  HYMNS. 

And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, 
O  how  shall  I  appear ! 

4  But  there  's  forgiveness,  Lord  !  with  thee ; 

Thy  nature  is  benign  ; 
Thy  pard'ning  mercy  I  implore, 
For  mercy,  Lord  !  is  thine. 

5  O  let  that  boundless  mercy  shine 

On  my  benighted  soul, 
Correct  my  passions,  mend  my  heart, 
And  ail  my  fears  control ! 

6  And  may  I  taste  thy  richer  grace 

In  that  decisive  hour, 
When  Christ  to  judgment  shall  descend, 
And  time  shall  be  no  more. 


HYMN  CCCVI.     C.  M. 

4  New  heavens  aid  new  earth."* 

1  Yon  glorious  orbs  that  gild  the  sky 
Proclaim  the  God  who  reigns  on  high  ; 
He  pours  the  radiant  stream  they  boast, 
And  marshals  all  the  moving  host. 

2  But  glitt'ring  stars  shall  cease  to  burn ; 
The  sun  forsake  his  golden  urn ; 

This  earth,  these  heavens,  be  swept  away, 
The  splendid  pageant  of  a  day. 

3  Yet  will  th'  Eternal  wake  to  birth 
More  radiant  heavens,  a  fairer  earth, 


HYMNS.  549 

Whose  lustre  shall  admit  no  shade, 
Whose  lasting  bloom  shall  never  fade. 

4  When  time  and  death  shall  be  no  more, 
To  those  bright  realms  his  saints  shall  soar, 
And,  welcom'd  by  their  faithful  Lord, 
Shall  then  receive  their  vast  reward. 


HYMN  CCCVII.     L.  M. 

Things  below,  and  things  above. 

1  My  soul !  forbear  on  transient  things 
Thy  hopes  and  fond  desires  to  place ; 
Their  gain  no  solid  comfort  brings, 
And  weary  is  the  doubtful  chace. 

2  Let  faith  direct  my  longing  eyes 
To  realms  of  lasting  good  above, 
Where  pleasures  ever-blooming  rise, 
And  all  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love. 

3  Thence  sin,  and  pain,  and  death,  and  night, 
Far  off  for  ever  shall  retire  ; 

And  from  God's  throne,  the  friendliest  light 
Shall  beam,  and  utmost  bliss  inspire. 

4  Compar'd  with  this,  how  fade  away 
The  brightest  scenes  of  earthly  joy  ! 
Mount  up,  my  soul !  to  native  day, 
Nor  rest  thv  hopes  beneath  the  sky. 

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350  HYMNS. 

HYMN  CCCVI1I.     C.  M. 

True  pleasures. 

1  Frail  life  of  man,  how  short  its  stay, 

And  various  as  the  wind ! 
Heedless  we  sport  our  hours  away, 
Nor  think  of  death  behind. 

2  See  the  fair  cheek  of  beauty  fade  ! 

Frail  glory  of  an  hour  ; 
And  blooming  youth,  with  sick'ning  head, 
Droop  like  the  dying  flower. 

3  Our  pleasures,  like  the  morning  sun, 

Diffuse  a  flatfring  light ; 
But  gloomy  clouds  obscure  their  noon, 
And  soon  they  sink  in  night. 

4  Wealth,  pomp,  and  honour,  we  behold 

With  an  admiring  eye, 
Like  summer  insects,  dress'd  in  gold, 
That  flutter,  shine,  and  die. 

5  Then  rise,  my  soul,  and  soar  away, 

Above  the  thoughtless  crowd, 

Above  the  pleasures  of  the  gay, 

And  splendours  of  the  proud  ; 

6  Up  where  eternal  beauties  bloom, 

And  pleasures  all  divine  ; 
Where  wealth  that  never  can  consume,. 
And  endless  glories  shine. 


HYMNS.  351 

HYMN  CCCIX.     Six  Line  C.  M. 

Ui  if  a  ding  beau  1y . 

1  All  earthly  charms,  however  clear, 
Howe'er  they  please  the  eye  or  ear, 

Will  quickly  fade  and  fly  ; 
Of  earthly  glory  faint  the  blaze, 
And  soon  the  transitory  rays 

In  endless  darkness  die. 

2  The  nobler  beauties  of  the  just 
Shall  never  moulder  in  the  dust, 

Or  know  a  sad  decay ; 
Their  honours  time  and  death  defy, 
And  round  the  throne  of  heaven  on  high. 

Beam  everlasting  day. 


HYMN  CCCX.     C.  M. 

Looking  at  things  unseen. 

1  Why  should  the  world's  alluring  toys 

Detain  our  hearts  and  eyes  ; 
Regardless  of  immortal  joys, 
And  strangers  to  the  skies  ! 

2  These  transient  scenes  will  soon  decay, 

They  fade  upon  the  sight ; 
And  quickly  will  their  brighter  day 
Be  lost  in  endless  ni^ht. 

3  Their  brightest  day!  alas,  how  vain! 

With  conscious  sighs  we  own  ! 
Whilst  clouds  of  sorrow,  care  and  pain 
O'ershade  the  smiling  noon. 


352  HYMNS. 

4  O  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly 

Above  these  gloomy  shades, 
To  those  bright  worlds  beyond  the  sky 
Which  sorrow  ne'er  invades  ! 

5  There  joys,  unseen  by  mortal  eyes, 

Or  reason's  feeble  ray, 
In  ever  blooming  prospect  rise, 
Unconscious  of  decay. 

6  Lord,  send  a  beam  of  light  divine 

To  guide  our  upward  aim  ; 
With  one  reviving  ray  of  thine 
Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 

7  Then  shall,  on  faith's  sublimest  wing, 

Our  ardent  wishes  rise, 
To  those  bright  scenes  where  pleasures 
spring 
Immortal  in  the  skies. 


HYMN  CCCXI.     CM. 

The  power  of  faith. 

1  Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss, 

And  saves  us  from  its  snares ; 
Its  aid  in  every  duty  brings, 
And  softens  all  our  cares. 

2  Extinguishes  the  thirst  of  sin, 

And  lights  the  sacred  fire 
Of  love  to  God  and  heav'nly  things. 
And  feeds  the  pure  desire. 


HYMNS.  353 

3  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  power 

The  healing  balm  to  give ; 
That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer. 
And  make  the  dying  live. 

4  Wide  it  unveils  celestial  worlds, 

Where  deathless  pleasures  reign  ; 
And  bids  us  seek  our  portion  there, 
Nor  bids  us  seek  in  vain. 

5  On  that  bright  prospect  may  we  rest, 

Till  this  frail  body  dies  ; 
And  then,  on  faith's  triumphant  wings, 
To  endless  glory  rise. 


HYMN  CCCXIL     C.  M. 

Prospect  of  heaven. 

1  There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

W  here  saints  immortal  reign  ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There,  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never- withering  flowers  ; 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood. 

Stand  dress'd  in  living  green ; 

So  to  the  Jews,  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

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354  HYMNS. 

4  But  tim'rous  mortals  start  and  shrink, 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea  ; 
And  linger,  shivering  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  O !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes ! 

6  Could  we  but  stand,  as  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  prospect  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  streams,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore ! 


HYMN  CCCXIII.     8.  M. 

Heaven. 

1  Far  from  these  scenes  of  night 
Unbounded  glories  rise, 

And  realms  of  infinite  delight, 
Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 

2  There  sickness  never  comes  ; 
There  grief  no  more  complains  ; 

Health  triumphs  in  immortal  bloom* 
And  purest  pleasure  reigns. 

3  No  strife,  nor  envy  there 
The  sons  of  peace  molest ; 

But  harmony,  and  love  sincere, 
Fill  every  happy  breast. 


HYMNS.  355 

4  No  cloud  those  regions  know, 
For  ever  bright  and  fair  ; 

Fur  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  woe, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

5  There  night  is  never  known, 
Nor  sun's  faint,  sickly  ray ; 

But  glory  from  th'  eternal  throne 
Spreads  everlasting  day. 

6  O !  may  this  prospect  fire 
Our  hearts  with  ardent  love  ; 

And  lively  faith  and  strong  desire 
Bear  every  thought  above. 


HYMN  CCCXIV.     L.  31. 

Heaven  the  reward  of  faithful  servants. 

1  There  is  a  glorious  world  on  high, 
Resplendent  with  eternal  day  ; 
Faith  views  the  blissful  prospect  nigh, 
While  God's  own  word  reveals  the  way* 

2  There  shall  the  servants  of  the  Lord 
With  never-fading  lustre  shine  ; 
Surprising  honour,  vast  reward, 
Conferred  on  man  by  love  divine. 

3  The  shining  firmament  shall  fade, 
And  sparkling  stars  resign  their  light ; 

But  these  shall  know  no  change,  nor  shade? 
For  ever  fair,  for  ever  bright. 


356  HYMNS. 

4  On  wings  of  faith  and  strong  desire, 
O  may  our  spirits  daily  rise  ; 
And  reach  at  last  the  shining  choir, 
In  the  bright  mansions  of  the  skies  ! 


HYMN  CCCXV.     L.M. 

Consolation  for  the  loss  of  pious  friends. 

1  Why  weep  for  those,  frail  child  of  wToe, 
Who  Ve  fled  and  left  thee  mourning  here  ? 
Triumphant  o'er  their  latest  foe, 

They  glory  in  a  brighter  sphere. 

2  Weep  not  for  them  ; — beside  thee  now 
Perhaps  they  watch  with  guardian  care, 
And  witness  tears  that  idly  flow 

O'er  those  who  bliss  of  angels  share. 

3  Or  round  their  Father's  throne,  above, 
With  raptur'd  voice,  his  praise  they  sing, 
Or  on  his  messages  of  love, 

They  journey  with  unwearied  wing. 

4  Space  cannot  check,  thought  cannot  bound 

The  high  exulting  souls  whom  he, 
Who  form'd  these  million  worlds  around, 
Takes  to  his  own  eternity. 

5  Weep,  weep  no  more  ;  their  voices  raise 
The  song  of  triumph  high  to  God, 

And  wouldst  thou  join  their  song  of  praise. 
Walk  humbly  in  the  path  they  trod. 


HYMXS.  357 

HYMN  CCCXVI.     C.  M. 

The  reunion  of  virtuous  friends  after  death. 

1  Bless'd  hour,  when  virtuous  friends  shall 

meet, — 
Shall  meet  to  part  no  more, 
And  with  celestial  welcome  greet, 
On  an  immortal  shore. 

2  The  parent  finds  the  long-lost  child  ; 

Brothers  on  brothers  gaze  ; 
The  tear  of  resignation  mild 
Is  changed  to  joy  and  praise. 

3  And  while  remembrance,  ling'ring  still, 

Draws  joy  from  sorrowing  hours  ; 
New  prospects  rise,  new  pleasures  fill 
The  soul's  expanded  powers. 

4  Congenial  minds,  array'd  in  light, 

High  thoughts  shall  interchange  ; 
Nor  cease,  with  ever-new  delight, 
On  wings  of  love  to  ran^e. 

5  Their  Father  marks  their  generous  flame. 

And  looks  complacent  down  ; 
The  smile  that  owns  their  filial  claim 
Is  their  immortal  crown. 


HYMN  CCCXVII.     C.  JSL 

•Aspirations  after  heaven. 

1  From  this  world's  joys  and  senseless  mirth, 
O  come,  my  soul !  in  haste  retire ; 


358  HYMNS. 

Assume  the  grandeur  of  thy  birth, 
And  to  thy  native  heaven  aspire. 

2  'Tis  heaven  alone  can  make  thee  blest, 
Can  every  wish  and  want  supply; 
Thy  joy,  thy  crown,  thy  endless  rest, 
Are  all  above  the  lofty  sky. 

8  There  shall  mortality  no  more 

Its  wide  extended  empire  boast ; 
Forgotten  all  its  dreadful  power, 
In  life's  unbounded  ocean  lost. 

4  There  dwells  the  sov'reign  Lord  of  all, 
The  God  that  all  the  worlds  adore ; 
With  whom  is  bliss  that  cannot  pall, 
And  joys  that  last  for  evermore. 


HYMxN  CCCXVIII.     L.  M. 

Final  acceptance  of  all  who  fear  God. 

1  From  north  and  south,  from  east  and  west, 
Advance  the  myriads  of  the  blest; 
From  every  clime  of  earth  they  come, 
And  find  in  heaven  a  common  home. 

2  Howe'er  divided  here  below, 

One  bliss,  one  spirit,  now  they  know ; 
And,  all  their  doubts  and  darkness  o'er, 
One  only  Parent  now  adore. 

3  On  earth,  according  to  their  light, 
They  aim'd  to  practise  what  was  right  ; 


HYMNS.  359 

Hence  all  their  errors  are  forgiven, 
And  Jesus  welcomes  them  to  heaven. 

4  See,  how  along  th'  immortal  meads, 
His  glorious  host  the  Saviour  leads ! 
\nd  brings  the  myriads  none  can  count, 
To  seats  of  joy  on  Sion's  mount ! 


HYMN    CCCXIX.     L.  M. 

(DEDICATION  HYMN.) 

1  O  bow  thine  ear,  Eternal  ONE  ! 
On  thee  our  heart  adoring  calls  ; 
To  thee  the  followers  of  thy  Son 

Have  rais'd  and  now  devote  these  walls. 

2  Here  let  thy  holy  days  be  kept ; 

And  be  this  place — to  worship  given — 
Like  that  bright  spot  where  Jacob  slept, 
The  house  of  God,  the  gate  of  heaven. 

3  Here  may  thine  honour  dwell ;  and  here, 
As  incense,  let  thy  children's  prayer, 
From  contrite  hearts  and  lips  sincere, 
Rise  on  the  still  and  holy  air. 

4  Here  be  thy  praise  devoutly  sung  ; 
Here  let  thy  truth  beam  forth  to  save, 
As  when,  of  old,  thy  spirit  hung 

On  wings  of  light  o'er  Jordan's  wave. 

5  And  when  the  lips,  that  with  thy  name 
Are  vocal  now,  to  dust  shall  turn, 

On  others  may  devotion's  flame 
Be  kindled  here,  and  purely  burn. 


360  HYMNS. 

HYMN  CCCXX.     Z.  M. 

(ORDINATION  HYMN.) 

1  O  Thou !  who  art  above  all  height ! 
Our  God,  our  Father,  and  our  Friend ! 
Beneath  thy  throne  of  love  and  light 
Let  thine  adoring  children  bend. 

2  We  kneel  in  praise, — that  here  is  set 
A  vine  that  by  thy  culture  grew  ; 

We  kneel  in  prayer,  that  thou  wouldst  wet 
Its  opening  leaves  with  heavenly  dew. 

3  Since  thy  young  servant  now  hath  given 
Himself,  his  powers,  his  hopes,  his  youth 
To  the  great  cause  of  truth  and  heaven, 
Be  thou  his  guide,  O  God  of  truth  ! 

4  Here  may  his  doctrines  drop  like  rain, 
His  speech  like  Hermoirs  dew  distil, 
Till  green  fields  smile,  and  golden  grain, 
Ripe  for  the  harvest,  waits  thy  will, 

5  And  when  he  sinks  in  death — by  care, 
Or  pain,  or  toil,  or  years  opprest — 

O  God  !  remember  then  our  prayer, 
And  take  his  spirit  to  thy  rest. 


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Page  3,  affix  an  *  to  last  line  but  three  ;  dele  second  t — p.  5,  *  last 
ine  but  5 — p.  9,  insert  There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight,  Watts.  353 — 
p.  10,  1.  17,  insert  Mrs  Steele  ;  1.  42,  insert  Mrs  Steele— p.  12,  for  27, 
r.  270  ;  for  112,  kc.  read  212,  213,  214— p.  15,  1.  1.  r.  bear— p.  22, 1- 
15,  r.  devote— p.  26,  1.  16,  r.  car— p.  28,  1.  1,  insert  know— p.  41,  la?t 
line,  r.  brightest  -p.  48,  1.  17,  r.  distressed— p.  118,  r.  H.  M.— p.  177. 
r.  CXVL— p.  284,  r.  May  thy  blest  spirit— p.  298,  r.  Of  noble— p,  317. 
1.  7.  r.  ceaseless — The  18th  ond  152d  hvmn?  arr  misplaced. 


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